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

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

If I were still stupider than I am, I should think myself at the apex of my career; yet I know how much I still lack, to reach perfection; I see it the more clearly now that I live only among first-rank artists and know what each one of them lacks.

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

England is a country of pianos, they are everywhere.

I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, but I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.

I have met a great celebrity, Madame Dudevant, known as George Sand... Her appearance is not to my liking. Indeed there is something about her which positively repels me... What an unattractive person La Sand is... Is she really a woman? I'm inclined to doubt it.