Why does God endow us with compassion?

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.

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?

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

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

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