Only The Flint Of A Man's Mind

If I Contemplate Myself As Part Of The Universe: What Am I?

To Do Good Whenever One Can, To Love Liberty Above All Else, Never To Deny The Truth, Even Though It Be Before The Throne.

Music Is Like A Dream. One That I Cannot Hear.

I Liked Your Opera. I Think I Will Set It To Music.

Oh You Men Who Think Or Say That I Am Malevolent, Stubborn, Or Misanthropic, How Greatly Do You Wrong Me. You Do Not Know The Secret Cause Which Makes Me Seem That Way To You. Oh How Harshly Was I Flung Back By The Doubly Sad Experience Of My Bad Hearing.