No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger.,

Music Is A Strange Thing. I Would Almost Say It Is A Miracle.

The People Have No Ear, Either For Rhythm Or Music, And Their Unnatural Passion For Pianoforte Playing And Singing Is Thus All The More Repulsive. There Is Nothing On Earth More Terrible Than English Music, Except English Painting.

The Sea Appears All Golden. Beneath The Sun-lit Sky.

When'er Into Thine Eyes I See, All Pain And Sorrow Fly From Me. [ger., Wenn Ich In Deine Augen Sch' So Schwindet All' Mein Leid Und Weh.]

The Fountain Of Love Is The Rose And The Lily, The Sun And The Dove.