No One Really Understands The Grief Or

Happy Is The Man Who Finds A True Friend, And Far Happier Is He Who Finds That True Friend In His Wife.

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?

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 Guitar Is A Wonderful Instrument Which Is Understood By Few.

O Mozart, Immortal Mozart, How Many, How Infinitely Many Inspiring Suggestions Of A Finer, Better Life You Have Left In Our Souls!