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

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

I Am In The World Only For The Purpose Of Composing.

Who Can Do Anything After Beethoven?

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.