Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
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?
There is no such thing as happy music.
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.