If I Have Known Much Trouble In

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

Treasures Are No Longer To Be Got By Instrumental Art.

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.

You Appear In The Novelletten In Every Possible Circumstance, In Every Irresistible Form... They Could Only Be Written By One Who Knows Such Eyes As Yours And Has Touched Such Lips As Yours.

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?