Our riches, being in our brains, die with us... Unless of course someone chops off our head, in which case, we won't need them anyway.

I choose such notes that love one another.

Whoever is most impertinent has the best chance.

Even when I can play Europe's most precious keyboard, to have to listen to people who don't understand, or do not want to understand, and who are incapable of grasping my intent, whatever I play, does surely forfeit my lust for playing at all.

Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once (gleich dies zusammen). What a delight this is I cannot tell ! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing lively dream.

My dear sister! I’m amazed to discover that you can compose so delightfully. In a word, your Lied is beautiful. You must compose more often.

To win applause one must write stuff so simple that a coachman might sing it.