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?

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.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

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.

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.

The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.