Here, everything is tragic through and through, and the will, that fain would shape a world according to its wish, at last can reach no greater satisfaction than the breaking of itself in dignified annulment.

I wish I could score everything for horns.

We shall reach greater and greater platitudes of achievment.

We find personal success and great, if not enduring, influence on the outer fashioning of the world allotted to the violent, the passionate individual who, unchaining the elemental principles of human impulse under favoring circumstances, points out to greed and self-indulgence the speedy pathways to their satisfaction.

At times such as this, I can only wish for peace, a dignified peace for all our people.

After Rossini dies, who will there be to promote his music?