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Write To Me And Don't Be So Lazy. Otherwise I Shall Have To Give You A Thrashing. What Fun! I'll Break Your Head.

Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.

A Man Of Ordinary Talent Will Always Be Ordinary, Whether He Travels Or Not; But A Man Of Superior Talent (which I Cannot Deny Myself To Be Without Being Impious) Will Go To Pieces If He Remains Forever In The Same Place.

Music Must Never Offend The Ear, But Must Please The Listener, Or, In Other Words, Must Never Cease To Be Music.

I Am A Fool. That Is Well Known.