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

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.

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.

When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.

Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.