Occupation: Composer Birth: January 31, 1797 Death: November 19, 1828
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs..
When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all the world seems to walk in….
There is no such thing as happy music..
Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter..
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy..
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife..
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 wri….
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..
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy..
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can..
I am in the world only for the purpose of composing..
The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few..
The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part..
It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them….
There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals..
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..
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..
A man endures misfortune without complaint..
Who can do anything after Beethoven?.
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have..
O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!.