Why Hurry Over Beautiful Things? Why Not

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

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

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

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

Is An Artist Much More Than A Beggar?