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.

Here, whatever is not boring is not English.

Bach is like an astronomer who, with the help of ciphers, finds the most wonderful stars.

I haven't heard anything so great for a long time; Beethoven snaps his fingers at the whole world.

Time is the best of critics; and patience the best of teachers.

They want me to give another concert but I have no desire to do so. You cannot imagine what a torture the three days before a public appearance are to me.

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