Karl Gjellerup,
Minna — BOOK III
“ Is the armoury of death so soon exhausted? How? no! Ha! music! Of what is not music capable? It can breathe life into stones; would it not be able to kill a Minna?" She laughed gaily and embraced me. "I have been very naughty, Harald, and you were so kind and thanked me so prettily for my music, you dear sweet friend! But I did appreciate it, though I do talk such nonsense. I cannot help it, it often pains me so much; it seems to me it must be so beautiful to be an artist, to be able to make others love and admire what touches one so deeply. But I promise to make you a good wife! ”
