Who Can Do Anything After Beethoven?

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.

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

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

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

I Want You For Always...days, Years, Eternities.