Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.
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.
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.