The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
I want you for always...days, years, eternities.
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.
A man endures misfortune without complaint.
I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.
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.