Stay with me to-night; you must see me die. I have long had the taste of death on my tongue, I smell death, and who will stand by my Constanze, if you do not stay?

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relationships with this best and truest friend of mankind that death's image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling.

My Constanze is the virtuous, honourable, discreet, and faithful darling of her honest and kindly-disposed Mozart.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . .

I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.

[T]o talk well and eloquently is a very great art, but that an equally great one is to know the right moment to stop.