No one understands another's grief, no one understands another's joy... My music is the product of my talent and my misery. And that which I have written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to like best.

The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.

I want you for always...days, years, eternities.

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

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

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!