To Play Without Passion Is

To Me The Highest Thing, After God, Is My Honor.

My Misfortune Is Doubly Painful To Me Because It Will Result In My Being Misunderstood. For Me There Can Be No Recreation In The Company Of Others, No Intelligent Conversation, No Exchange Of Information With Peers; Only The Most Pressing Needs Can Make Me Venture Into Society. I Am Obliged To Live Like An Outcast.

Only Art And Science Can Raise Men To The Level Of God.

Music Is Like A Dream. One That I Cannot Hear.

After Rossini Dies, Who Will Be There To Promote His Music?