Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is

As For Famous Men Who Were Not Artists, I Am Beginning To Be Tired Of Them. Those Poor Little Scoundrels Who Are Called Great Men Fill Me With Nothing But Overwhelming Horror.

The Day Will Come When All Nations Amidst Which The Jews Are Dwelling Will Have To Raise The Question Of Their Wholesale Expulsion, A Question Which Will Be One Of Life Or Death, Good Health Or Chronic Disease, Peaceful Existence Or Perpetual Social Fever.

Brahms' Variations Are Better Than Mine, But Mine Were Written Before His.

Music Is The Heart Of Life." She Speaks Love; "without It, There Is No Possible Good And With It Everything Is Beautiful.

I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection. Make No Sacrifices.