People Err Who Think My Art Comes

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

Melody Is The Essence Of Music. I Compare A Good Melodist To A Fine Racer, And Counterpointists To Hack Post-horses; Therefore Be Advised, Let Well Alone And Remember The Old Italian Proverb: Chi Sa Più, Meno Sa— Who Knows Most, Knows Least.

I Will Gladly Give Lessons As A Favor, Particularly When I See That My Student Has Talent, Inclination, And Anxiety To Learn; But To Be Obliged To Go To A House At A Certain Hour, Or To Have To Wait At Home For A Pupil, Is What I Cannot Do, No Matter How Much Money It May Bring Me In. . . I Am A Composer And Was Born To Be A Kapellmeister. I Neither Can Nor Ought To Bury The Talent For Composition With Which God In His Goodness Has So Richly Endowed Me. . .

I Should Like To Know For What Reason Idleness Is So Popular With Many Young People That It Is Impossible To Dissuade Them From It Either By Words Or By Chastisements.

You Know That I Become Quite Powerless Whenever I Am Obliged To Write For An Instrument Which I Cannot Bear.