Simplicity is the final achievement.

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

If the newspapers cut me up so much that I shall not venture before the world again, I have resolved to become a house painter; that would be as easy as anything else, and I should, at any rate, still be an artist!

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

I am not fitted to give concerts. The audience intimidates me, I feel choked by its breath, paralyzed by its curious glances, struck dumb by all those strange faces.

Simplicity is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.

There are certain times when I feel more inspired, filled with a strong power that forces me to listen to my inner voice, and when I feel more need than ever for a Pleyel piano.