Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you.
Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.
Here, whatever is not boring is not English.
Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from this dream which cannot last long?
Nothing is more odious than music without hidden meaning.
Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.