There is no such thing as happy music.
Why does God endow us with compassion?
Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
Who can do anything after Beethoven?
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.