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

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

If people could see into my heart, I should almost feel ashamed - all there is cold, cold as ice.

My great grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-grandmother, who in turn told her daughter, my grandmother, who repeated it to her daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister, that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an equally great one was to know the right moment to stop.

Melody is the essence of music.

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.

Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.