I Do Not Hear In My Imagination

I Am Never Happier Than When I Have Something To Compose, For That, After All, Is My Sole Delight And Passion

People Err Who Think My Art Comes Easily To Me. I Assure You, Dear Friend, Nobody Has Devoted So Much Time And Thought To Compositions As I. There Is Not A Famous Master Whose Music I Have Not Industriously Studied Through Many Times.

Patience And Tranquility Of Mind Contribute More To Cure Our Distempers As The Whole Art Of Medicine

I Never Lie Down At Night Without Reflecting That, Young As I Am, I May Not Live To See Another Day.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.