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

Why Should The Composer Be More Guilty Than The Poet Who Warms To Fantasy By A Strange Flame, Making An Idea That Inspires Him The Subject Of His Own Very Different Treatment?

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

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.

Why Does God Endow Us With Compassion?

Anyone Who Loves Music Can Never Be Quite Unhappy.