He That Divines The Secret Of My

Beethoven Can Write Music, Thank God, But He Can Do Nothing Else On Earth.

Hide Your Secret Even From The Closest Friend; Learn To Be Silent.

Such Incidents Brought Me To The Verge Of Despair, But Little More And I Would Have Put An End To My Life - Only Art It Was That Withheld Me, - Ah, It Seemed Impossible To Leave The World Until I Had Produced All That I Had Felt Called Upon To Produce.

Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

There Is No Greater Pleasure For Me Than To Practice And Exhibit My Art.