We mortals with immortal minds are only born for sufferings and joys, and one could almost say that the most excellent receive joy through sufferings.

My music is music about music.

What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and always will be thousands of princes, but there is only one Beethoven.

To sing a wrong note is insignificant, but to sing without passion is unforgivable.

And because my teeth don't bite, I can take them out dancing I can take my little teeth out and show them a real good time

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

The lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love.