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Every Composer Knows The Anguish And Despair Occasioned By Forgetting Ideas Which One Had No Time To Write Down.

If Men Of Genius Only Knew What Love Their Works Inspire!

Time Is A Great Teacher, But Unfortunately It Kills All Its Pupils.

Music And Love Are The Wings Of The Soul.

A Feeble Mind, Conscious Of Its Own Feebleness, Grows Feeble Under That Very Consciousness. As Soon As The Power Of Fear Becomes Known To It, There Follows The Fear Of Fear, And, On The First Perturbation, Reason Abandons It.