I Write [music] As A Sow Piddles.

As Death, When We Come To Consider It Closely, Is The True Goal Of Our Existence . . .

Nevertheless The Passions, Whether Violent Or Not, Should Never Be So Expressed As To Reach The Point Of Disgust.

Nor Do I Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them, As It Were, All At Once (gleich Dies Zusammen). What A Delight This Is I Cannot Tell ! All This Inventing, This Producing, Takes Place In A Pleasing Lively Dream.

My Fatherland Has Always The First Claim On Me.

I Am A Fool. That Is Well Known.