The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.

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

I never lie down at night without reflecting that, young as I am, I may not live to see another day.

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

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 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!