Anyone Who Loves Music Can Never Be

Who Can Do Anything After Beethoven?

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.

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.

The World Resembles A Stage On Which Every Man Is Playing A Part.

The Manager Is To Be Blamed Who Distributes Parts To His Players Which They Are Unable To Act.