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

An astonishing number of kisses are flying about! I see a whole crowd of them. Ha! Ha! I have just caught three - They are delicious... I kiss you millions of times.

I am never happier than when I have something to compose, for that, after all, is my sole delight and passion

One must not make oneself cheap here - that is a cardinal point - or else one is done. Whoever is most impertinent has the best chance.

Love guards the heart from the abyss.

It is when I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer.....that ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence and how they come, I know not, nor can I force them.

Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.