Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.

Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in ones birthplace.

As long as I have health and strength, I will gladly work all my days.

The last thing is simplicity. After having gone through all the difficulties, having played an endless number of notes, it is simplicity that matters, with all its charm. It is the final seal on Art. Anyone who strives for this to begin with will be disappointed. You cannot begin at the end.

We fell silent and all joking ceased. We gazed mutely into each other's eyes and an intense longing for the fullest avowal of the truth forced us to a confession, requiring no words whatever, or the incommensurable misfortune that weighed upon us. With tears and sobs we sealed a vow to belong to each other alone.

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.