Who can do anything after Beethoven?

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.

The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.

It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.

Who can do anything after Beethoven?

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.

A man endures misfortune without complaint.