I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.
The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.
What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.
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.