"Oh continue to love me–never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours."

"Ah how could I possibly admit such an infirmity in the one sense which should have been more perfect in me than in others[?]"

"My compositions are not easily understood by the public."

"There ought to be but one large art warehouse in the world, to which the artist could carry his art-works, and from which he could carry away whatever he needed. As it is, one must be half a tradesman…"

"I have never thought of writing for renown and glory. What I have in my heart must out; that is why I write."