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.

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.

The moment is supreme.

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

A man endures misfortune without complaint.

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?

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.

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

Why does God endow us with compassion?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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?

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

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

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.

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

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

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.

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