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.

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

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

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.

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

I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.

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