I Will Yield To Popular Demands Only

Treasures Are No Longer To Be Got By Instrumental Art.

Is An Artist Much More Than A Beggar?

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.

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

If I Have Known Much Trouble In My Youth, I Have Also Known Much Joy.