Directly after God in heaven comes a Papa.

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

I write [music] as a sow piddles.

To talk well and eloquently is a very great art, but that an equally great one is to know the right moment to stop.

Let us put our trust in God and console ourselves with the thought that all is well, if it is in accordance with the will of the Almighty, as He knows best what is profitable and beneficial to our temporal happiness and our eternal salvation.

I must give you a piece of intelligence that you perhaps already know, namely that the ungodly arch-villain Voltaire has died miserably like a dog, just like a brute. That is his reward!

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