I Shall Hear In Heaven.

Rossini Would Have Been A Great Composer If His Teacher Had Spanked Him Enough On His Backside.

How Glad I Am To Be Able To Roam In The Wood And Thicket, Among Trees And Flowers And Rocks ... In The Country, Every Tree Seems To Speak To Me, Saying, "holy! Holy", In The Woods, There Is Enchantment Which Expresses All Things.

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.

Recommend To Your Children To Be Virtuous, Only The Virtue Can Bring Us Happiness, Not The Money.

This Is Not A Brook [bach Means "brook" In German], It's An Ocean.