I choose such notes that love one another.

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.

An astonishing number of kisses are flying about! I see a whole crowd of them. Ha! Ha! I have just caught three - They are delicious... I kiss you millions of times.

I choose such notes that love one another.

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.

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!

You know that I become quite powerless whenever I am obliged to write for an instrument which I cannot bear.