Is An Artist Much More Than A

I Do Not Want Horses Or Diamonds - I Am Happy In Possessing You.

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

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

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

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?