Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
No one understands another's grief, no one understands another's joy... My music is the product of my talent and my misery. And that which I have written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to like best.
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.
Who can do anything after Beethoven?
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
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
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.
There is no such thing as happy music.
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!
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.
The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.
I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.
There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.
A man endures misfortune without complaint.
Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
