"Every man has his faults; I have and so have you - you will allow me to say so!" — Clara Schumann

If I have known much trouble in my youth, I have also known much joy.

The tea is ice-cold, the room grows colder and colder, but I grow warmer and warmer.

Treasures are no longer to be got by instrumental art.

I cannot be so bad when everybody is so fond of me.