I Really Do Not Aim

Forgive Me, Majesty. I Am A Vulgar Man! But I Assure You, My Music Is Not.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.

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

My Dear Sister! I’m Amazed To Discover That You Can Compose So Delightfully. In A Word, Your Lied Is Beautiful. You Must Compose More Often.

To Talk Well And Eloquently Is A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Is To Know The Right Moment To Stop.