Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

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.

What's even worse than a flute? - Two flutes!

Write to me and don't be so lazy. Otherwise I shall have to give you a thrashing. What fun! I'll break your head.

Love guards the heart from the abyss.

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

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpoints to hack post-horses.