No One Really Understands The

The World Resembles A Stage On Which Every Man Is Playing A Part.

I Am In The World Only For The Purpose Of Composing.

When I Wished To Sing Of Love, It Turned To Sorrow. And When I Wished To Sing Of Sorrow, It Was Transformed For Me Into Love.

Easy Mind, Light Heart. A Mind That Is Too Easy Hides A Heart That Is Too Heavy.

The Manager Is To Be Blamed Who Distributes Parts To His Players Which They Are Unable To Act.