God First, Then Papa.

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!

I Am Never Happier Than When I Have Something To Compose, For That, After All, Is My Sole Delight And Passion

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.

For I Assure You, Without Travel, At Least For People From The Arts And Sciences, One Is A Miserable Creature!... A Man Of Mediocre Talents Always Remains Mediocre, May He Travel Or Not - But A Man Of Superior Talents, Which I Cannot Deny Myself To Have Without Being Blasphemous, Becomes - Bad, If He Always Stays In The Same Place.

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.