Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you.

A long time ago I decided that my universe will be the soul and heart of man.

As something has involuntarily crept into my head through my eyes,I love to indulge it, even though it may be all wrong.

I am gay on the outside, especially among my own folk (I count Poles my own); but inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness.

I'm a revolutionary, money means nothing to me.

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.

Bach is an astronomer, discovering the most marvellous stars. Beethoven challenges the universe. I only try to express the soul and the heart of man.