Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
No one feels another's grief.
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.