It's a huge Carthusian monastery, stuck down between rocks and sea, where you may imagine me, without white gloves or hair curling, as pale as ever, in a cell with such doors as Paris never had for gates. The cell… — 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
Bach is an astronomer, discovering the most marvellous stars. Beethoven challenges the universe. I only try to express the soul and the heart of… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
The earth is suffocating... Swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive. — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
The last thing is simplicity. After having gone through all the difficulties, having played an endless number of notes, it is simplicity that matters,… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
