The true artist is not proud: he unfortunately sees that art has no limits; he feels darkly how far he is from the goal, and though he may be admired by others, he is sad not to have reached that point to which his better genius only appears as a distant, guiding sun. Ludwig van Beethoven admireappearart share on social
There ought to be an artistic depot where the artist need only hand in his artwork in order to receive what he asks for. As things are, one must be half a business man, and how can one understand - good heavens! - that's what I really call troublesome. Ludwig van Beethoven artistartisticartwork share on social
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! Ludwig van Beethoven actualhearheaven Change image and share on social
Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth. Ludwig van Beethoven beethovenearthgod Change image and share on social
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. Ludwig van Beethoven absentaccountdistance share on social
Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life. Ludwig van Beethoven lifemediatormusic Change image and share on social
Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend. Ludwig van Beethoven comprehendentrancehigh Change image and share on social
The barriers are not erected which can say to aspiring talents and industry, 'Thus far and no farther.' Ludwig van Beethoven aspirebarriererect Change image and share on social
Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess? Ludwig van Beethoven artcomprehendconsult Change image and share on social
O, you men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the secret cause which makes me seem that way to you, and I would have ended my life - it was only my art that held me back. Ah, it seemed impossible to leave the world until I had brought forth all that I felt was within me. Ludwig van Beethoven artbackbring share on social