Whoever Is Most Impertinent Has The Best

I Cannot Write In Verse, For I Am No Poet. I Cannot Arrange The Parts Of Speech With Such Art As To Produce Effects Of Light And Shade, For I Am No Painter. Even By Signs And Gestures I Cannot Express My Thoughts And Feelings, For I Am No Dancer. But I Can Do So By Means Of Sounds, For I Am A Musician.

Nevertheless The Passions, Whether Violent Or Not, Should Never Be So Expressed As To Reach The Point Of Disgust.

If Only The Whole World Could Feel The Power Of Harmony.

The Whole, Though It Be Long, Stands Almost Complete And Finished In My Mind So That I Can Survey It At A Glance. Nor Do I Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them, As It Were, All At Once. What Delight This Is I Cannot Tell!

I Too Had To Work Hard, So As Not To Have To Work Hard Any Longer.