If Only The Whole World Could Feel

True Perfection In All Things Is No Longer Known Or Prized - You Must Write Music That Is Either So Simple A Coachman Could Sing It, Or So Unintelligble That Audiences Like It Simply Because No Sane Person Could Understand It.

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!

It Is A Great Consolation For Me To Remember That The Lord, To Whom I Had Drawn Near In Humble And Child-like Faith, Has Suffered And Died For Me, And That He Will Look On Me In Love And Compassion.

To Talk Well And Eloquently Is A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Is To Know The Right Moment To Stop.

It Is When I Am, As It Were, Completely Myself, Entirely Alone, And Of Good Cheer.....that Ideas Flow Best And Most Abundantly. Whence And How They Come, I Know Not, Nor Can I Force Them.