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

Silence is very important. The silence between the notes are as important as the notes themselves.

It is a great consolation for me to remember that the Lord, to whom I had drawn near in humble and child-like faith, has suffered and died for me, and that He will look on me in love and compassion.

I must give you a piece of intelligence that you perhaps already know, namely that the ungodly arch-villain Voltaire has died miserably like a dog, just like a brute. That is his reward!

A man of ordinary talent will always be ordinary, whether he travels or not; but a man of superior talent (which I cannot deny myself to be without being impious) will go to pieces if he remains forever in the same place.

It is a mistake to think that the price of my art has become easy to me.

To my eyes and ears the organ will ever be the King of Instruments.