I cannot be so bad when everybody is so fond of me.
Treasures are no longer to be got by instrumental art.
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.
If I have known much trouble in my youth, I have also known much joy.
Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?
I will yield to popular demands only insofar as they do not betray my own convictions.