Let Your Deafness No Longer Be A

He Who Understand My Music Will Remain Free From The Miseries That The Other Men Are Dragging With Them .

Yet It Was Impossible For Me To Say To People, 'speak Louder, Shout, For I Am Deaf.' Ah, How Could I Possibly Admit An Infirmity In The One Sense Which Ought To Be More Perfect In Me Than Others, A Sense Which I Once Possessed In The Highest Perfection, A Perfection Such As Few In My Profession Enjoy Or Ever Have Enjoyed.

No Friend Have I. I Must Live By Myself Alone; But I Know Well That God Is Nearer To Me Than Others In My Art, So I Will Walk Fearlessly With Him.

There Ought To Be Only One Large Art Warehouse In The World, To Which The Artist Could Carry His Art-works And From Which He Could Carry Away Whatever He Needed. As It Is One Must Be Half A Tradesman.

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