Then Let Us All Do What Is

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.

What You Are, You Are By Accident Of Birth; What I Am, I Am By Myself. There Are And Will Be A Thousand Princes; There Is Only One Beethoven.

The Amount Of Money One Needs Is Terrifying.

I Would Rather Write 10,000 Notes Than A Single Letter Of The Alphabet.

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.