Nobody Understands Another's Sorrow, And

Approval Or Blame Will Follow In The World To Come.

What A Picture Of A Better World You Have Given Us, Mozart!

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.

There Is No Such Thing As Happy Music.