Only The Pure In Heart Can Make

I Carry My Thoughts About Me For A Long Time, Often A Very Long Time, Before I Write Them Down; Meanwhile My Memory Is So Faithful That I Am Sure Never To Forget, Not Even In Years, A Theme That Has Once Occurred To Me.

The World Is A King, And Like A King, Desires Flattery In Return For Favor; But True Art Is Selfish And Perverse — It Will Not Submit To The Mold Of Flattery.

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

When I Open My Eyes I Must Sigh, For What I See Is Contrary To My Religion, And I Must Despise The World Which Does Not Know That Music Is A Higher Revelation Than All Wisdom And Philosophy.

All My Life I Have Regarded Myself As One Of Mozart's Greatest Admirers, And I Will Remain One Until My Last Breath.