I need a dog pretty badly. I dreamed of dogs last night. They sat in a circle and looked at me and I wanted all of them.
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
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 written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to like best.
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
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 blindness and yet a man works without wearying for that which he loves. . . only in this moment is passion truly understood
Many of our deepest motives come, not from an adult logic of how things work in the world, but out of something that is frozen from childhood.
Insurance - an ingenious modern game of chance in which the player is permitted to enjoy the comfortable conviction that he is beating the man who keeps the table.
Is it better to strive for success as a self-representing artist or try to get your feet wet in the gallery world? That is such a common question these days among artists. I truly believe that most artists will come to a cross road where they will have to decide on which route to take as it's extremely hard to be successful in both worlds.
All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now.