Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.
Don't only practise your art, but force your way into its secrets.
The amount of money one needs is terrifying.
The world is a king, and like a king, desires flattery in return for favor; but true art is selfish and perverse — it will not submit to the mold of flattery.
I liked your opera. I think I will set it to music.
Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.