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.

There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.

The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.

The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.

You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.

Why does God endow us with compassion?

The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.

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.

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.

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.

There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.

A man endures misfortune without complaint.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

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.

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

The moment is supreme.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Our castle is not imposing but is well built and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiffs house.

The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.

I want you for always days years eternities.

I want you for always...days, years, eternities.

I want you for always, days, years, eternities.

We may not commit a lesser Sin under pretence to avoid a greater, but we may, nay we ought to endure the greatest Pain and Grief rather than commit the least Sin.

During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.

When a child can be brought to tears, and not from fear of punishment, but from repentance he needs no chastisement. When the tears begin to flow from the grief of their conduct you can be sure there is an angel nestling in their heart.

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

This book, conceived in sorrow, composed in grief, and constructed at the brink of despair, contains my mind's best thoughts, and my soul's triumph over the powers of darkness.

For me as an American, the most painful aspect of this is that I believe that that administration has taken the events of 9/11 and has manipulated the grief of the country and I think that's reprehensible.

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

And remember, it's also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Therefore I do pray and entreat you in the name of Jesus Christ to do so much as to make my being here in Japan known to my poor wife, in a manner a widow and my two children fatherless; which thing only is my greatest grief of heart and conscience.

Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.