I Know No Other Sign Of Superiority

Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours

Anyone Who Tells A Lie Has Not A Pure Heart, And Cannot Make A Good Soup.

He That Divines The Secret Of My Music Is Freed From The Unhappiness That Haunts The Whole World Of Men.

What Is To Reach The Heart Must Come From Above; If It Does Not Come From Thence, It Will Be Nothing But Notes, Body Without Spirit.

It Is The Power Of Music To Carry One Directly Into The Mental State Of The Composer.