I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, but I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.
The crowd intimidates me, its breath suffocates me. I feel paralyzed by its curious look, and the unknown faces make me dumb.
As long as I have health and strength, I will gladly work all my days.
Vienna is a handsome, lively city, and pleases me exceedingly.
Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!
