Only The Flint Of A Man's Mind

Strange, I Feel As If Up To Now I Had Written No More Than A Few Notes.

Even In Poverty I Lived Like A King For I Tell You That Nobility Is The Thing That Makes A King

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape.

This Is The Mark Of A Really Admirable Man: Steadfastness In The Face Of Trouble.

There Are And Always Will Be Thousands Of Princes, But There Is Only One Beethoven!