You Believe Happiness To Be Derived From

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

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

Why Does God Endow Us With Compassion?

What A Picture Of A Better World You Have Given Us, Mozart!

I Never Force Myself To Be Devout Except When I Feel So Inspired, And Never Compose Hymns Of Prayers Unless I Feel Within Me Real And True Devotion.