I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.

It is sobering to consider that when Mozart was my age he had already been dead for a year.

Ah Mozart He was happily married - but his wife wasn't.

I believe in God, Mozart, and Beethoven.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

. . . .When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer - say traveling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep - it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best, and most abundantly. Whence and how they come, I know not, nor can I force them...