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Put all your soul into it, play the way you feel!
Simplicity is the final achievement.
I shall create a new world for myself.
Here, whatever is not boring is not English.
Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.
I tell my piano the things I used to tell you
I'm a revolutionary, money means nothing to me.
Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you.
England is a country of pianos, they are everywhere.
Nothing is more beautiful than the sound of the guitar.
Nothing is more odious than music without hidden meaning.
Nothing is more beautiful than a guitar, except, possibly two.
Vienna is a handsome, lively city, and pleases me exceedingly.
Time is the best of critics; and patience the best of teachers.
Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in ones birthplace.
Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in one's birthplace.
As long as I have health and strength, I will gladly work all my days.
My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.
Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!
Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.
A long time ago I decided that my universe will be the soul and heart of man.
Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
Simplicity is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.
Bach is like an astronomer who, with the help of ciphers, finds the most wonderful stars.
The earth is suffocating... Swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive.
I don't know where there can be so many pianists as in Paris, so many asses and so many virtuosi.
I haven't heard anything so great for a long time; Beethoven snaps his fingers at the whole world.
After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.
Mozart encompasses the entire domain of musical creation, but I've got only the keyboard in my poor head.
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, but I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
Concerts are never real music, you have to give up the idea of hearing in them all the most beautiful things of art.
The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.
As something has involuntarily crept into my head through my eyes,I love to indulge it, even though it may be all wrong.
I don't know how it is, but the Germans are amazed at me and I am amazed at them for finding anything to be amazed about.
You already know when I'm writing, so don't be surprised if it's short and dry, because I'm too hungry to write anything fat
The crowd intimidates me, its breath suffocates me. I feel paralyzed by its curious look, and the unknown faces make me dumb.
I really don't know whether any place contains more pianists than Paris, or whether you can find more asses and virtuosos anywhere.
To be a great composer requires immense experience... One acquires this by listening not only to other men's work, but above all to one's own!
Bach is an astronomer, discovering the most marvellous stars. Beethoven challenges the universe. I only try to express the soul and the heart of man.
All the same it is being said everywhere that I played too softly, or rather, too delicately for people used to the piano-pounding of the artists here.
Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.
They want me to give another concert but I have no desire to do so. You cannot imagine what a torture the three days before a public appearance are to me.
I feel like a novice, just as I felt before I knew anything of the keyboard. It is far too original, and I shall end up not being able to learn it myself.
Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from this dream which cannot last long?
Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.
It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
I am not fitted to give concerts. The audience intimidates me, I feel choked by its breath, paralyzed by its curious glances, struck dumb by all those strange faces.
There are certain times when I feel more inspired, filled with a strong power that forces me to listen to my inner voice, and when I feel more need than ever for a Pleyel piano.
My piano has not yet arrived. How did you send it? By Marseilles or by Perpignan? I dream music but I cannot make any because here there are not any pianos . . . in this respect this is a savage country.
When one does a thing, it appears good, otherwise one would not write it. Only later comes reflection, and one discards or accepts the thing. Time is the best censor, and patience a most excellent teacher.
