From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.

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 Am Resolved To Rise Superior To Every Obstacle. With Whom Need I Be Afraid Of Measuring My Strength? I Will Take Fate By The Throat. It Shall Not Overcome Me. O How Beautiful It Is To Be Alive - Would That I Could Live A Thousand Times!

Everything Should Be At Once Surprising And Inevitable.

After Rossini Dies, Who Will Be There To Promote His Music?