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?

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.

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?

I do not want horses or diamonds - I am happy in possessing you.

I will yield to popular demands only insofar as they do not betray my own convictions.

Is an artist much more than a beggar?

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?