I was a God-fearing child, innocent and physically attractive.

Does it not seem as if Mozart's works become fresher and fresher the oftener we hear them?

Thus it is ever in life. The aims we once pursued no longer satisfy us; we aim, we strive, we aspire, until sight fails, and mind and body find rest in the grave.

To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.

The flame that is naturally clear always gives the most light and heat. If I could blend my talent for poetry and music into one, the light would burn still clearer, and I might go far.

If we were all determined to play the first violin we should never have an ensemble. therefore, respect every musician in his proper place.

My heart pounds sickeningly and I turn pale... I often feel as if I were dead... I seem to be losing my mind.