One Bites Into The Brass

Nobody Understands Another's Sorrow, And Nobody Another's Joy.

A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

Why Does God Endow Us With Compassion?

No One Understands Another's Grief, No One Understands Another's Joy... My Music Is The Product Of My Talent And My Misery. And That Which I Have Written In My Greatest Distress Is What The World Seems To Like Best.

If Only Your Pure And Clean Mind Could Touch Me, Dear Haydn, Nobody Has A Greater Reverence For You Than I Have.