Love Guards The Heart From The Abyss.

True Perfection In All Things Is No Longer Known Or Prized - You Must Write Music That Is Either So Simple A Coachman Could Sing It, Or So Unintelligble That Audiences Like It Simply Because No Sane Person Could Understand It.

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

Melody Is The Essence Of Music. I Compare A Good Melodist To A Fine Racer, And Counterpointists To Hack Post-horses; Therefore Be Advised, Let Well Alone And Remember The Old Italian Proverb: Chi Sa Più, Meno Sa— Who Knows Most, Knows Least.

I Should Like To Know For What Reason Idleness Is So Popular With Many Young People That It Is Impossible To Dissuade Them From It Either By Words Or By Chastisements.

If Only The Whole World Could Feel The Power Of Harmony.