Even In Poverty I Lived Like A

Never Forget The Days I Spent With You. Continue To Be My Friend, As You Will Always Find Me Yours.

Applaud My Friends, The Comedy Is Over... [on His Death Bed]

This Is Not A Brook [bach Means "brook" In German], It's An Ocean.

My Misfortune Is Doubly Painful To Me Because It Will Result In My Being Misunderstood. For Me There Can Be No Recreation In The Company Of Others, No Intelligent Conversation, No Exchange Of Information With Peers; Only The Most Pressing Needs Can Make Me Venture Into Society. I Am Obliged To Live Like An Outcast.

It Seemed Unthinkable For Me To Leave The World Forever Before I Had Produced All That I Felt Called Upon To Produce