Art Always Demands Of Us Something New.

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.

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

What You Are, You Are By Accident Of Birth; What I Am, I Am By Myself. There Are And Will Be A Thousand Princes; There Is Only One Beethoven.

Everything Should Be At Once Surprising And Inevitable.

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