We Shouldn't Repeat The Same

It Was An Unforgettable Picture To See Chopin Sitting At The Piano Like A Clairvoyant, Lost In His Dreams; To See How His Vision Communicated Itself Through His Playing, And How, At The End Of Each Piece, He Had The Sad Habit Of Running One Finger Over The Length Of The Plaintive Keyboard, As Though To Tear Himself Forcibly Away From His Dream.

My Symphonies Would Have Reached Opus 100 If I Had But Written Them Down... Sometimes I Am So Full Of Music, And So Overflowing With Melody, That I Find It Simply Impossible To Write Down Anything.

I Am So Fresh In Soul And Spirit That Life Gushes And Bubbles Around Me In A Thousand Springs.

Play Always As If In The Presence Of A Master.

Let Your Intimate Friends Be Chosen From Such As Are Better Informed Than Yourself.