God first, then papa.

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.

Melody is the essence of music.

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.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . .

I love it when an aria fits a singer as perfectly as a suit of well-tailored clothes.

You know that I immerse myself in music, so to speak- that I think about it all day long- that I like experimenting- studying- reflecting.