In the practice of exchanging self & other, paradoxes abound.
I will yield to popular demands only insofar as they do not betray my own convictions.
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?
Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?
My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.
Composing gives me great pleasure. . . there is nothing that surpasses the joy of creation, if only because through it one wins hours of self-forgetfulness, when one lives in a world of sound.
There is nothing greater than the joy of composing something oneself and then listening to it.
Behave simply and hold on to purity.
I'm still a soldier, fighting with my pen and paper for peace till the day I cease.
A pig resembles a saint in that he is more honored after death than during his lifetime.
The great lesson of our time is that evil still exists, and when evil is on the march, it must be confronted.