Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

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.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.