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Side 191 - Herz, mein Herz, was soll das geben? Was bedränget dich so sehr? Welch ein fremdes, neues Leben! Ich erkenne dich nicht mehr. Weg ist alles, was du liebtest, Weg, warum du dich betrübtest, Weg dein Fleiß und deine Ruh — Ach, wie kamst du nur dazu? Fesselt dich die Jugendblüte, Diese liebliche Gestalt, Dieser Blick voll Treu und Güte, Mit unendlicher Gewalt?
Side 187 - When I open my eyes I must sigh, for what I see is contrary to my religion, and I must despise the world which does not know that music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy, the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am the Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.
Side 365 - Rasch tritt der Tod den Menschen an, Es ist ihm keine Frist gegeben; Es stürzt ihn mitten in der Bahn, Es reißt ihn fort vom vollen Leben.
Side 193 - The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection, — itself a broader shadow. We look forward into , the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.
Side 115 - A sea, which broke over the quarter, washed a hencoop from its lashing, and drowned nearly three dozen of fowls. But it is an ill wind that blows nobody any good.
Side 188 - Speak to Goethe about me. Tell him to hear my symphonies and he will say that I am right in saying that music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.
Side 24 - ... mind, but as he was when he was First Consul. Beethoven esteemed him greatly at the time and likened him to the greatest Roman Consuls. I as well as several of his more intimate friends saw a copy of the score lying upon his table, with the word 'Buonaparte' at the extreme top of the title page, and at the extreme bottom 'Luigi van Beethoven', but not another word.
Side 24 - Is he then, too, nothing more than an ordinary human being? Now he, too, will trample on all the rights of man and indulge only his ambition. He will exalt himself above all others, become a tyrant!
Side 189 - ... it is immaterial whether he speaks from feeling or knowledge, for here the gods are at work strewing seeds for future discernment and we can only wish that they may proceed undisturbedly to development. But before they can become general, the clouds which veil the human mind must be dispersed. . . . To think of teaching him would be an insolence even in one with greater insight than mine, since he has the guiding light of his genius, which frequently illumines his mind like a stroke of lightning...
Side 7 - I saw almost nothing but empty leaves; at the most on one page or the other a few Egyptian hieroglyphs wholly unintelligible to me scribbled down to serve as clues for him; for he played nearly all of the solo part from memory, since, as was so often the case, he had not had time to put it all on paper.