I Do Not Want Horses

How Often Have I Actually Discovered In Myself That Enthusiasm Raises The Artist Above Himself, How In An Ordinary Mood One Would Not Have Been Able To Accomplish Many Of The Things For Which Enthusiasm Lends One Everything, Energy, Fire.

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

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?

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

I Cannot Be So Bad When Everybody Is So Fond Of Me.