It Is A Mistake To Think That

God First, Then Papa.

Directly After God In Heaven Comes A Papa.

If People Could See Into My Heart, I Should Almost Feel Ashamed - All There Is Cold, Cold As Ice.

Forgive Me, Majesty. I Am A Vulgar Man! But I Assure You, My Music Is Not.

For I Assure You, Without Travel, At Least For People From The Arts And Sciences, One Is A Miserable Creature!... A Man Of Mediocre Talents Always Remains Mediocre, May He Travel Or Not - But A Man Of Superior Talents, Which I Cannot Deny Myself To Have Without Being Blasphemous, Becomes - Bad, If He Always Stays In The Same Place.