Art always demands of us something new.
Love demands all, and has a right to all.
To play without passion is inexcusable!
I carry my thoughts about me for a long time, often a very long time, before I write them down; meanwhile my memory is so faithful that I am sure never to forget, not even in years, a theme that has once occurred to me.
There is no greater pleasure for me than to practice and exhibit my art.
She was such a good loving mother, my best friend. Oh, who was happier than I when I could still say the dear name "Mother," and it was heard, and whom can I say it to now?