A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

There Is No Such Thing As Happy Music.

I Am In The World Only For The Purpose Of Composing.

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.

You Believe Happiness To Be Derived From The Place In Which Once You Have Been Happy, But In Truth It Is Centered In Ourselves.

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