I Haven't Heard Anything So Great For

My Piano Has Not Yet Arrived. How Did You Send It? By Marseilles Or By Perpignan? I Dream Music But I Cannot Make Any Because Here There Are Not Any Pianos . . . In This Respect This Is A Savage Country.

England Is So Surrounded By The Boredom Of Conventionalities, That It Is All One To Them Whether Music Is Good Or Bad, Since They Have To Hear It From Morning Till Night. For Here They Have Flower-shows With Music, Dinners With Music, Sales With Music.

A Long Time Ago I Decided That My Universe Will Be The Soul And Heart Of Man.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than A Guitar, Except, Possibly Two.

Sometimes I Can Only Groan, And Suffer, And Pour Out My Despair At The Piano.