No One Really Understands The Grief Or

Approval Or Blame Will Follow In The World To Come.

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.

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

I Try To Decorate My Imagination As Much As I Can.