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

I am not fitted to give concerts. The audience intimidates me, I feel choked by its breath, paralyzed by its curious glances, struck dumb by all those strange faces.

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

I don't know where there can be so many pianists as in Paris, so many asses and so many virtuosi.

Simplicity is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.

A strange adventure befell me while I was playing my Sonata in B flat minor before some English friends. I had played the Allegro and the Scherzo more or less correctly. I was about to attack the March when suddenly I saw arising from the body of my piano those cursed creatures which had appeared to me one lugubrious night at the Chartreuse. I had to leave for one instant to pull myself together after which I continued without saying anything.

I don't know how it is, but the Germans are amazed at me and I am amazed at them for finding anything to be amazed about.