Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

A Great Poet Is The Most Precious Jewel Of A Nation.

Don't Only Practice Your Art, But Force Your Way Into Its Secrets; Art Deserves That, For It And Knowledge Can Raise Man To The Divine.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape.

Whoever Tells A Lie Is Not Pure Of Heart, And Such A Person Can Not Cook A Clean Soup.

My Misfortune Is Doubly Painful To Me Because It Will Result In My Being Misunderstood. For Me There Can Be No Recreation In The Company Of Others, No Intelligent Conversation, No Exchange Of Information With Peers; Only The Most Pressing Needs Can Make Me Venture Into Society. I Am Obliged To Live Like An Outcast.