After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.
Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
I tell my piano the things I used to tell you
Put all your soul into it, play the way you feel!
I have met a great celebrity, Madame Dudevant, known as George Sand... Her appearance is not to my liking. Indeed there is something about her which positively repels me... What an unattractive person La Sand is... Is she really a woman? I'm inclined to doubt it.
Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from this dream which cannot last long?