What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.

My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.

Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?

When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all the world seems to walk in blindness and yet a man works without wearying for that which he loves...only in this moment is passion truly understood

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