I Cannot Be So Bad When Everybody

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?

Is An Artist Much More Than A Beggar?

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 Wish To Lead A Life Free From Care, And I See That I Shall Be Unhappy If I Cannot Always Work At My Art.

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