After Rossini Dies, Who Will Be There

One Must Not Hold One's Self So Divine As To Be Unwilling Occasionally To Make Improvements In One's Creations.

Don't Regard Yourself As Too Divine To Improve, Occasionally, Your Own Works.

I Can Live Only Wholly With You Or Not At All.

In The Country It Seems As If Every Tree Said To Me 'holy! Holy!' Who Can Ever Express The Ecstasy Of The Woods! Almighty One, In The Woods I Am Blessed. Happy Every One In The Woods. Every Tree Speaks Through Thee. O God! What Glory In The Woodland.

You're A Happy Fellow, For You'll Give Happiness And Joy To Many Other People. There Is Nothing Better Or Greater Than That.