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My Indifference To Money And My Spendthrift Ways Are Disgraceful. You Have No Idea How Reckless I Am; How Often I Practically Throw Money Out Of The Window. I Am Always Making Good Resolutions, But The Next Minute I Forget And Give The Waiter Eightpence.

-Robert Schumann

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My Indifference To Money

Robert Schumann

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My Indifference To Money And My Spendthrift Ways Are Disgraceful. You Have No Idea How Reckless I Am; How Often I Practically Throw Money Out Of The Window. I Am Always Making Good Resolutions, But The Next Minute I Forget And Give The Waiter Eightpence.

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That First Concept Is Alway The Most Naturally And Best. The Mind Errs, The Emotion Never.

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The Poet Sees Better Than Other Mortals. I Do Not See Things As They Are, But According To My Own Subjective Impression, And This Makes Life Easier And Simpler.

If, While At The Piano, You Attempt To Form Little Melodies, That Is Very Well; But If They Come Into Your Mind Of Themselves, When You Are Not Practising, You May Be Still More Pleased; For The Internal Organ Of Music Is Then Roused In You. The Fingers Must Do What The Head Desires; Not The Contrary.

If We Were All Determined To Play The First Violin We Should Never Have An Ensemble. Therefore, Respect Every Musician In His Proper Place.

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You Should Neither Play Bad Compositions, Nor, Unless Compelled, Listen To Them.

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