No One Really Understands The Grief Or

There Are Two Contrary Impulses Which Govern This Man's Brain-the One Sane, And The Other Eccentric. They Alternate At Regular Intervals.

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

When All Hopes Of Recognition Or Honor Have Faded Into Distant Memory, When Purity Of Heart Meets Sorrow Of Mind, When All The World Seems To Walk In Blindness And Yet A Man Works Without Wearying For That Which He Loves...only In This Moment Is Passion Truly Understood

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.

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.