Love Is In The Air These Days,

My Compositions Spring From My Sorrows. Those That Give The World The Greatest Delight Were Born Of My Deepest Griefs.

Above All Things, I Must Not Get Angry. If I Do Get Angry I Knock All The Teeth Out Of The Mouth Of The Poor Wretch Who Has Angered Me.

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

The Greatest Misfortune Of The Wise Man And The Greatest Unhappiness Of The Fool Are Based Upon Convention.

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