Nothing Is More Odious Than Music Without

Oh, How Miserable It Is To Have No One To Share Your Sorrows And Joys, And, When Your Heart Is Heavy, To Have No Soul To Whom You Can Pour Out Your Woes.

The Official Bulletin Declared That The Poles Should Be As Proud Of Me As The Germans Are Of Mozart; Obvious Nonsense.

I Feel Like A Novice, Just As I Felt Before I Knew Anything Of The Keyboard. It Is Far Too Original, And I Shall End Up Not Being Able To Learn It Myself.

My Manuscripts Sleep, While I Cannot, For I Am Covered With Poultices.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than The Sound Of The Guitar.