Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
There is no such thing as happy music.
No one understands another's grief, no one understands another's joy... My music is the product of my talent and my misery. And that which I have written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to like best.
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?