I Cannot Give A Single Concert At

You Appear In The Novelletten In Every Possible Circumstance, In Every Irresistible Form... They Could Only Be Written By One Who Knows Such Eyes As Yours And Has Touched Such Lips As Yours.

The Tea Is Ice-cold, The Room Grows Colder And Colder, But I Grow Warmer And Warmer.

How Often Have I Actually Discovered In Myself That Enthusiasm Raises The Artist Above Himself, How In An Ordinary Mood One Would Not Have Been Able To Accomplish Many Of The Things For Which Enthusiasm Lends One Everything, Energy, Fire.

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

My Health May Be Better Preserved If I Exert Myself Less, But In The End Doesn't Each Person Give His Life For His Calling?