I Don't Know How It Is, But

I Haven't Heard Anything So Great For A Long Time; Beethoven Snaps His Fingers At The Whole World.

I Could Express My Feelings More Easily If They Could Be Put Into The Notes Of Music, But As The Very Best Concert Would Not Cover My Affection For You, Dear Daddy, I Must Use The Simple Words Of My Heart, To Lay Before You My Utmost Gratitude And Filial Affection

After A Rest In Edinburgh, Where, Passing A Music-shop, I Heard Some Blind Man Playing A Mazurka Of Mine.

Time Is The Best Of Critics; And Patience The Best Of Teachers.

Oh, How Hard It Must Be To Die Anywhere But In Ones Birthplace.