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If The Newspapers Cut Me Up So Much That I Shall Not Venture Before The World Again, I Have Resolved To Become A House Painter; That Would Be As Easy As Anything Else, And I Should, At Any Rate, Still Be An Artist!

Sometimes I Can Only Groan, And Suffer, And Pour Out My Despair At The Piano.

Having Nothing To Do, I Am Correcting The Paris Edition Of Bach; Not Only The Engraver's Mistakes, But Also The Mistakes Hallowed By Those Who Are Supposed To Understand Bach (i Have No Pretensions To Understand Better, But I Do Think That Sometimes I Can Guess).

I Haven't Heard Anything So Great For A Long Time; Beethoven Snaps His Fingers At The Whole World.

Vienna Is A Handsome, Lively City, And Pleases Me Exceedingly.