Happy Is The Man Who Finds A

No One Feels Another's Grief.

Above All Things, I Must Not Get Angry. If I Do Get Angry I Knock All The Teeth Out Of The Mouth Of The Poor Wretch Who Has Angered Me.

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

One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of His Wooden Cudgel, And The Other Blows His Cheeks Out On A French Horn. Do You Call That Art?

Approval Or Blame Will Follow In The World To Come.