If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
A man endures misfortune without complaint.
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
Who can do anything after Beethoven?
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.