Now there is music from which a man can learn something.

If only the whole world could feel the power of harmony.

It is a great consolation for me to remember that the Lord, to whom I had drawn near in humble and child-like faith, has suffered and died for me, and that He will look on me in love and compassion.

I cannot write in verse, for I am no poet. I cannot arrange the parts of speech with such art as to produce effects of light and shade, for I am no painter. Even by signs and gestures I cannot express my thoughts and feelings, for I am no dancer. But I can do so by means of sounds, for I am a musician.

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.

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

The whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind so that I can survey it at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What delight this is I cannot tell!