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?

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.

Why does God endow us with compassion?

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

No one feels another's grief.

My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.