If I Have Known Much Trouble In

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?

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

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?

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

Composing Gives Me Great Pleasure... There Is Nothing That Surpasses The Joy Of Creation, If Only Because Through It One Wins Hours Of Self-forgetfulness, When One Lives In A World Of Sound.