Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can One Consult Concerning This Great Goddess?

I Carry My Thoughts About Me For A Long Time, Often A Very Long Time, Before I Write Them Down; Meanwhile My Memory Is So Faithful That I Am Sure Never To Forget, Not Even In Years, A Theme That Has Once Occurred To Me.

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

My Heart Is Full Of Many Things There Are Moments When I Feel That Speech Is Nothing After All.

There Ought To Be Only One Large Art Warehouse In The World, To Which The Artist Could Carry His Art-works And From Which He Could Carry Away Whatever He Needed. As It Is One Must Be Half A Tradesman.