What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!
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.
No one feels another's grief.
I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.
I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.
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.