Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

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

Who can do anything after Beethoven?

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

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.