Melody Is The Essence Of Music.

I Am A Fool. That Is Well Known.

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!

Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.

I Never Lie Down At Night Without Reflecting That, Young As I Am, I May Not Live To See Another Day.

I Too Had To Work Hard, So As Not To Have To Work Hard Any Longer.