They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
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.
Why write for the orchestra? For one thing it's a very challenging problem.

