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

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

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

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.

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

Who Can Do Anything After Beethoven?