Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape. I Pursue It. Breathless I Catch Up With It. It Flies Again, It Disappears, It Plunges Into A Chaos Of Diverse Emotions. I Catch It Again, I Seize It, I Embrace It With Delight... I Multiply It By Modulations, And At Last I Triumph In The First Theme. There Is The Whole Symphony.

One Must Not Hold One's Self So Divine As To Be Unwilling Occasionally To Make Improvements In One's Creations.

But What A Humiliation For Me When Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Flute In The Distance And I Heard Nothing, Or Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Shepherd Singing And Again I Heard Nothing. Such Incidents Drove Me Almost To Despair; A Little More Of That And I Would Have Ended My Life - It Was Only My Art That Held Me Back.

It Is The Power Of Music To Carry One Directly Into The Mental State Of The Composer.

My Misfortune Is Doubly Painful To Me Because It Will Result In My Being Misunderstood. For Me There Can Be No Recreation In The Company Of Others, No Intelligent Conversation, No Exchange Of Information With Peers; Only The Most Pressing Needs Can Make Me Venture Into Society. I Am Obliged To Live Like An Outcast.