Love Guards The Heart From The Abyss.

I Never Lie Down At Night Without Reflecting That, Young As I Am, I May Not Live To See Another Day.

I Should Like To Know For What Reason Idleness Is So Popular With Many Young People That It Is Impossible To Dissuade Them From It Either By Words Or By Chastisements.

I Have Never Written The Music That Was In My Heart To Write; Perhaps I Never Shall With This Brain And These Fingers, But I Know That Hereafter It Will Be Written; When Instead Of These Few Inlets Of The Senses Through Which We Now Secure Impressions From Without, There Shall Be A Flood Of Impressions From All Sides; And Instead Of These Few Tones Of Our Little Octave, There Shall Be An Infinite Scale Of Harmonies - For I Feel It - I Am Sure Of It. This World Of Music, Whose Borders Even Now I Have Scarcely Entered, Is A Reality, Is Immortal.

It Is A Mistake To Think That The Price Of My Art Has Become Easy To Me.

My Dear Sister! I’m Amazed To Discover That You Can Compose So Delightfully. In A Word, Your Lied Is Beautiful. You Must Compose More Often.