There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.

There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.

No one feels another's grief.

My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.

Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.

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.