Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can

Never Forget The Days I Spent With You. Continue To Be My Friend, As You Will Always Find Me Yours.

Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

He Who Understand My Music Will Remain Free From The Miseries That The Other Men Are Dragging With Them .

I Love A Tree More Than A Man.

Yet It Was Impossible For Me To Say To People, 'speak Louder, Shout, For I Am Deaf.' Ah, How Could I Possibly Admit An Infirmity In The One Sense Which Ought To Be More Perfect In Me Than Others, A Sense Which I Once Possessed In The Highest Perfection, A Perfection Such As Few In My Profession Enjoy Or Ever Have Enjoyed.