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

Directly after God in heaven comes a Papa.

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

A bachelor, in my opinion, is only half alive.

My dear sister! I’m amazed to discover that you can compose so delightfully. In a word, your Lied is beautiful. You must compose more often.

I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.

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