- Give me a kiss, dearest lover. I'm certain that you still love me, and I fear you always, like some tyrant over me. I don't know why, but I fear you. Upon my word, only you have power over me, you and... no one else.
- I keep your letters like a ribbon from a mistress. I have the ribbon; write to me, I'll caress you again in a week
- No one other than I has read your letter. As always, even now, I carry your letters with me. How blissful it will it be for me, having gone beyond the city walls in May, thinking about my approaching journey, to pull out a letter of yours and assure myself sincerely that you love me, or at least to gaze at the hand and the writing of him, whom only I am able to love!
- I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, but I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
- 'm glad that the secret is submerged in my heart, that in me is the end of what is for you the beginning. And be glad that you have in me an abyss into which you can cast everything without fear - as if into a second self - because your spirit has long lain there at the very bottom.
- Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.
- You already know when I'm writing, so don't be surprised if it's short and dry, because I'm too hungry to write anything fat.
- Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!
- How great a joy I feel in my heart. That a day so pleasant, so dear and glorious begins, a day that I greet with the wish. That long years may pass in happiness. In health and vigour, peacefully, successfully. May the gift of heaven fall richly upon you!
- Play Mozart in memory of me- and I will hear you.
- Fingers of steel. Wrist of silk.
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