I Cannot Be So Bad When Everybody

Is An Artist Much More Than A Beggar?

I Once Believed That I Possessed Creative Talent, But I Have Given Up This Idea; A Woman Must Not Desire To Compose — There Has Never Yet Been One Able To Do It. Should I Expect To Be The One?

I Will Yield To Popular Demands Only Insofar As They Do Not Betray My Own Convictions.

Why Hurry Over Beautiful Things? Why Not Linger And Enjoy Them?

Treasures Are No Longer To Be Got By Instrumental Art.