The tea is ice-cold, the room grows colder and colder, but I grow warmer and warmer.
By: Clara Schumann
There is nothing greater than the joy of composing something oneself and then listening to it... viewBy: Clara Schumann
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?.. viewBy: Clara Schumann
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... viewBy: Clara Schumann
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... viewBy: Clara Schumann