Who Can Do Anything After Beethoven?

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.

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.

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

The Guitar Is A Wonderful Instrument Which Is Understood By Few.

The Manager Is To Be Blamed Who Distributes Parts To His Players Which They Are Unable To Act.