The taste of death is upon my lips. I feel something that is not of this earth.

True perfection in all things is no longer known or prized - you must write music that is either so simple a coachman could sing it, or so unintelligble that audiences like it simply because no sane person could understand it.

You know that I immerse myself in music, so to speak- that I think about it all day long- that I like experimenting- studying- reflecting.

She's only pretty in that she has two small black eyes and a good figure.

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.

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

Love guards the heart from the abyss.