There Are Two Contrary Impulses Which Govern

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

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

There Is No Such Thing As Happy Music.

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

My Compositions Spring From My Sorrows. Those That Give The World The Greatest Delight Were Born Of My Deepest Griefs.