When I Open My Eyes I Must

Figured Bass (harmony) And Religion Are Self-contained Things, One Should Not Argue These.

There Are And Always Will Be Thousands Of Princes, But There Is Only One Beethoven!

Love, And Love Alone, Is Capable Of Giving Thee A Happier Life.

Such Incidents Brought Me To The Verge Of Despair, But Little More And I Would Have Put An End To My Life - Only Art It Was That Withheld Me, - Ah, It Seemed Impossible To Leave The World Until I Had Produced All That I Had Felt Called Upon To Produce.

How Glad I Am To Be Able To Roam In The Wood And Thicket, Among Trees And Flowers And Rocks ... In The Country, Every Tree Seems To Speak To Me, Saying, "holy! Holy", In The Woods, There Is Enchantment Which Expresses All Things.