Why does God endow us with compassion?
I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.
I want you for always...days, years, eternities.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.