I Do Not Want Horses Or Diamonds

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

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.

I Wish To Lead A Life Free From Care, And I See That I Shall Be Unhappy If I Cannot Always Work At My Art.

Treasures Are No Longer To Be Got By Instrumental Art.

I Cannot Give A Single Concert At Which I Do Not Play One Piece After The Other In An Agony Of Terror Because My Memory Threatens To Fail Me. This Fear Torments Me For Days Beforehand.