Why does God endow us with compassion?

Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.

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

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

Why does God endow us with compassion?

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.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.