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

I really don't know whether any place contains more pianists than Paris, or whether you can find more asses and virtuosos anywhere.

Among the numerous pleasures of Vienna the hotel evenings are famous. During supper Strauss or Lanner play waltzes...After every waltz they get huge applause; and if they play a Quodlibet, or jumble of opera, song and dance, the hearers are so overjoyed that they don't know what to do with themselves. It shows the corrupt taste of the Viennese public.

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

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

Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.

They want me to give another concert but I have no desire to do so. You cannot imagine what a torture the three days before a public appearance are to me.