Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
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.
No one feels another's grief.
Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.
The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.
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.