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

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.

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

There Is No Such Thing As Happy Music.

Our Castle Is Not Imposing, But Is Well Built, And Surrounded By A Very Fine Garden. I Live In The Bailiff's House.