God First, Then Papa.

My Dear Sister! I’m Amazed To Discover That You Can Compose So Delightfully. In A Word, Your Lied Is Beautiful. You Must Compose More Often.

My Fatherland Has Always The First Claim On Me.

It Is A Great Consolation For Me To Remember That The Lord, To Whom I Had Drawn Near In Humble And Child-like Faith, Has Suffered And Died For Me, And That He Will Look On Me In Love And Compassion.

Music Must Never Offend The Ear, But Must Please The Listener, Or, In Other Words, Must Never Cease To Be Music.

I Never Lie Down At Night Without Reflecting That, Young As I Am, I May Not Live To See Another Day.