You Know That I Become Quite Powerless

I Write [music] As A Sow Piddles.

Neither Rejoice Nor Lament Prematurely; For Whatever May Happen, All Will Be Well If We Only Have Health; For Happiness Exists--merely In The Imagination.

I Pay No Attention Whatever To Anybody's Praise Or Blame. I Simply Follow My Own Feelings.

A Bachelor, In My Opinion, Is Only Half Alive.

Now There Is Music From Which A Man Can Learn Something.