“How strange! This bed on which I shall lie has been slept on by more than one dying man, but today it does not repel me! Who knows what corpses have lain on it and for how long? But is… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
We fell silent and all joking ceased. We gazed mutely into each other's eyes and an intense longing for the fullest avowal of the… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
If I were still stupider than I am, I should think myself at the apex of my career; yet I know how much I… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
England is so surrounded by the boredom of conventionalities, that it is all one to them whether music is good or bad, since they… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
They want me to give another concert but I have no desire to do so. You cannot imagine what a torture the three days… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
I could express my feelings more easily if they could be put into the notes of music, but as the very best concert would… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
If the newspapers cut me up so much that I shall not venture before the world again, I have resolved to become a house… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
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 — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
I don't know where there can be so many pianists as in Paris, so many asses and so many virtuosi. — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
