No One Really Understands The Grief Or

It Sometimes Seems To Me As If I Do Not Belong To This World At All. I Deplore Music That Engenders In People Not Love But Madness: Which Rouses Them To Scornful Laughter Instead Of Lifting Their Thoughts To God.

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

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

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.

If Only Your Pure And Clean Mind Could Touch Me, Dear Haydn, Nobody Has A Greater Reverence For You Than I Have.