Tones sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.

Tones that sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.

Often, I can scarcely hear any one speaking to me; the tones yes, but not the actual words; yet as soon as any one shouts, it is unbearable. What will come of all this, heaven only knows!

When somewhat at a distance, I cannot hear the high tones of instruments, voices. In speaking, it is not surprising that there are people who have never noticed it, for as a rule I am absent-minded, and they account for it in that way.

Music comes to me more readily than words.

Recommend virtue to your children; it alone, not money, can make them happy. I speak from experience.