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

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.

Who can do anything after Beethoven?

Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.

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

It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.

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