If Germany, My Beloved Fatherland, Of Whom

She's Only Pretty In That She Has Two Small Black Eyes And A Good Figure.

Writing Music Is My One And Only Passion And Joy.

To My Eyes And Ears The Organ Will Ever Be The King Of Instruments.

I Have Never Written The Music That Was In My Heart To Write; Perhaps I Never Shall With This Brain And These Fingers, But I Know That Hereafter It Will Be Written; When Instead Of These Few Inlets Of The Senses Through Which We Now Secure Impressions From Without, There Shall Be A Flood Of Impressions From All Sides; And Instead Of These Few Tones Of Our Little Octave, There Shall Be An Infinite Scale Of Harmonies - For I Feel It - I Am Sure Of It. This World Of Music, Whose Borders Even Now I Have Scarcely Entered, Is A Reality, Is Immortal.

When I Feel Well And In A Good Humour, Or When I Am Taking A Drive Or Walking After A Good Meal, Or In The Night When I Cannot Sleep, Thoughts Crowd Into My Mind As Easily As My Mind Might Wish.