Why Hurry Over Beautiful Things? Why Not

My Imagination Can Picture No Fairer Happiness Than To Continue Living For Art.

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

I Cannot Be So Bad When Everybody Is So Fond Of Me.

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.

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.