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.

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!

Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.

There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.

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

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.