I will seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me.

I can live only wholly with you or not at all

I joyfully hasten to meet death. If it come before I have had opportunity to develop all my artistic faculties, it will come, my hard fate notwithstanding, too soon, and I should probably wish it later - yet even then I shall be happy, for will it not deliver me from a state of endless suffering?

Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Often, I can scarcely hear any one speaking to me; the tones yes, but not the actual words; yet as soon as any one shouts, it is unbearable. What will come of all this, heaven only knows!

Music comes to me more readily than words.