Why does God endow us with compassion?

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.

The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.

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.

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.