I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both togethergo to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, s ...

We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer - say traveling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep ...