No one feels another's grief.

O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

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.

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

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.

Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.