Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.
Why does God endow us with compassion?
A man endures misfortune without complaint.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
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.