All the same it is being said everywhere that I played too softly, or rather, too delicately for people used to the piano-pounding of the artists here.

England is so surrounded by the boredom of conventionalities, that it is all one to them whether music is good or bad, since they have to hear it from morning till night. For here they have flower-shows with music, dinners with music, sales with music.

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

Yesterday's concert was a success. I hasten to let you know. I inform your Lordship that I was not a bit nervous and played as I play when I am alone. It went well... and I had to come back and bow four times.

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

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

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.