I feel like a novice, just as I felt before I knew anything of the keyboard. It is far too original, and I shall end up not being able to learn it myself.

Simplicity is the final achievement.

Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.

My piano has not yet arrived. How did you send it? By Marseilles or by Perpignan? I dream music but I cannot make any because here there are not any pianos . . . in this respect this is a savage country.

Here, whatever is not boring is not English.

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you

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