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

Every man has his faults.. view

By: Clara Schumann

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Treasures are no longer to be got by instrumental art... view

By: Clara Schumann

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Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?.. view

By: Clara Schumann

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There is nothing greater than the joy of composing something oneself and then listening to it... view

By: Clara Schumann

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

By: Clara Schumann

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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?.. view

By: Clara Schumann

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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... view

By: Clara Schumann

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I cannot give a single concert at which I do not play one piece after the other in an agony of terror because my memory threatens to fail me. This fear torments me for days beforehand... view

By: Clara Schumann

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

By: Clara Schumann

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Is an artist much more than a beggar?.. view

By: Clara Schumann

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

By: Clara Schumann

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