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

The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.

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

O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.

I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.