Even In Winter It Shall

I Wish I Could Throw Off The Thoughts Which Poison My Happiness, But I Take A Kind Of Pleasure In Indulging Them.

Hats Off, Gentlemen - A Genius! If The Mighty Autocrat Of The North Knew What A Dangerous Enemy Threatened Him In Chopin's Works In The Simple Tunes Of His Mazurkas, He Would Forbid This Music. Chopin's Works Are Canons Buried In Flowers.

The Last Thing Is Simplicity. After Having Gone Through All The Difficulties, Having Played An Endless Number Of Notes, It Is Simplicity That Matters, With All Its Charm. It Is The Final Seal On Art. Anyone Who Strives For This To Begin With Will Be Disappointed. You Cannot Begin At The End.

Time Is The Best Of Critics; And Patience The Best Of Teachers.

Even In Winter It Shall Be Green In My Heart.