Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.
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.
My fatherland has always the first claim on me.
To my eyes and ears the organ will ever be the King of Instruments.
She's only pretty in that she has two small black eyes and a good figure.
A bachelor, in my opinion, is only half alive.