I really don't know whether any place contains more pianists than Paris, or whether you can find more asses and virtuosos anywhere.
My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.
I'm a revolutionary, money means nothing to me.
The earth is suffocating... Swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive.
Time is the best of critics; and patience the best of teachers.
After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.