A Long Time Ago I

Play Mozart In Memory Of Me - And I Will Hear You.

My Manuscripts Sleep, While I Cannot, For I Am Covered With Poultices.

It Is Dreadful When Something Weighs On Your Mind, Not To Have A Soul To Unburden Yourself To. You Know What I Mean. I Tell My Piano The Things I Used To Tell You.

Man Is Never Always Happy, And Very Often Only A Brief Period Of Happiness Is Granted Him In This World; So Why Escape From This Dream Which Cannot Last Long?

Here, Waltzes Are Called Works! And Strauss And Lanner, Who Play Them For Dancing, Are Called Kapellmeistern. This Does Not Mean That Everyone Thinks Like That; Indeed, Nearly Everyone Laughs About It; But Only Waltzes Get Printed.