There Is No Such Thing As Happy

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

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

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.

There Are Two Contrary Impulses Which Govern This Man's Brain-the One Sane, And The Other Eccentric. They Alternate At Regular Intervals.