We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.

Quote by Jean Paul

Notes. Unable to maintain himself at Leipzig he returned in 1784 to Hof where he lived with his mother. 2 and Schumann´s Humoreske Op.