Why Hurry Over Beautiful Things?

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.

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.

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

Treasures Are No Longer To Be Got By Instrumental Art.