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I Am Never Happier Than When I Have Something To Compose, For That, After All, Is My Sole Delight And Passion

To Win Applause One Must Write Stuff So Simple That A Coachman Might Sing It.

A Man Of Ordinary Talent Will Always Be Ordinary, Whether He Travels Or Not; But A Man Of Superior Talent (which I Cannot Deny Myself To Be Without Being Impious) Will Go To Pieces If He Remains Forever In The Same Place.

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

Directly After God In Heaven Comes A Papa.