Who can do anything after Beethoven?

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.

Why does God endow us with compassion?

What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!

No one really understands the grief or joy of another. We always imagine that we are approaching some other, but our lines of travel are actually parallel.

Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.

Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?