Stay with me to-night; you must see me die. I have long had the taste of death on my tongue, I smell death, and who will stand by my Constanze, if you do not stay?

It is a mistake to think that the practice of my art has become easy to me. I assure you, dear friend, no one has given so much care to the study of compositio…

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised, let well alone and r…

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relationships with this be…

Who will say farewell? The beating bell. Will anyone miss me? That I dare not tell - Quick, Rose, and kiss me.

In the shattered schoolhouse where for the first time he had felt the security of power, a few feet from the room where he had come to know the uncertainty of …

When Death to either shall come- I pray it be first to me.