I Am Composing Like A God, As

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another. We Always Imagine That We Are Approaching Some Other, But Our Lines Of Travel Are Actually Parallel.

No One Feels Another's Grief.

Nobody Understands Another's Sorrow, And Nobody Another's Joy.

When I Wished To Sing Of Love, It Turned To Sorrow. And When I Wished To Sing Of Sorrow, It Was Transformed For Me Into Love.

The Greatest Misfortune Of The Wise Man And The Greatest Unhappiness Of The Fool Are Based Upon Convention.