I Do Not Want Horses Or Diamonds

There Is Nothing Greater Than The Joy Of Composing Something Oneself And Then Listening To It.

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

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?

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.

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