Treasures are no longer to be got by instrumental art.
I do not want horses or diamonds - I am happy in possessing you.
There is nothing greater than the joy of composing something oneself and then listening to it.
The tea is ice-cold, the room grows colder and colder, but I grow warmer and warmer.
Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?
You appear in the Novelletten in every possible circumstance, in every irresistible form... They could only be written by one who knows such eyes as yours and has touched such lips as yours.