I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection.

You Cannot Imagine How It Spoils One To Have Been A Child Prodigy.

In The Oldest Chronicles Of The Times Conserved In Hungary, Reports Will Be Found Of Gypsy Music, But Never Of Any Other, Either Magyar, Slavic Or Jewish.

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

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.

Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is What We All Are, And To Try To Change This Substantially Avails Us Nothing.