One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.
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.