In The Country It Seems As If

What Will Be The Judgment A Century Hence Concerning The Lorded Works Of Our Favorite Composers Today? Inasmuch As Nearly Everything Is Subject To The Changes Of Time, And - More's The Pity- The Fashions Of Time, Only That Which Is Good And True Will Endure Like A Rock And No Wanton Hand Will Ever Venture To Defile It. Then, Let Every Man Do That Which Is Right, Strive With All His Might Towards The Goal Which Can Never Be Obtained, Develop To The Last Breath The Gifts With Which The Gracious Creator Has Endowed Him, And Never Cease To Learn. For Life Is Short, Art Eternal.

I Carry My Thoughts About Me For A Long Time, Often A Very Long Time, Before I Write Them Down; Meanwhile My Memory Is So Faithful That I Am Sure Never To Forget, Not Even In Years, A Theme That Has Once Occurred To Me.

Men Are Not Only Together When They Are With Each Other; Even The Distant And The Dead Live With Us.

Oh You Men Who Think Or Say That I Am Malevolent, Stubborn, Or Misanthropic, How Greatly Do You Wrong Me. You Do Not Know The Secret Cause Which Makes Me Seem That Way To You. Oh How Harshly Was I Flung Back By The Doubly Sad Experience Of My Bad Hearing.

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