God is ever before my eyes. I realize his omnipotence and I fear His anger; but I also recognize his compassion, and His tenderness towards His creatures.

My great grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-grandmother, who in turn told her daughter, my grandmother, who repeated it to her daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister, that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an equally great one was to know the right moment to stop.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . .

Now there is music from which a man can learn something.

You know that I become quite powerless whenever I am obliged to write for an instrument which I cannot bear.

To every good friend I send my greet feet; addio nitwit. Love true true true until the grave, if I live that long and do behave.

I choose such notes that love one another.