I'm a revolutionary, money means nothing to me.
Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
I don't know where there can be so many pianists as in Paris, so many asses and so many virtuosi.
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
...the Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.
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.
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.
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.