The earth is suffocating... Swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive.

Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.

The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.

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

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you

To be a great composer requires immense experience... One acquires this by listening not only to other men's work, but above all to one's own!

After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.