I don't know where there can be so many pianists as in Paris, so many asses and so many virtuosi.
If I were still stupider than I am, I should think myself at the apex of my career; yet I know how much I still lack, to reach perfection; I see it the more clearly now that I live only among first-rank artists and know what each one of them lacks.
Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in ones birthplace.
Time is the best of critics; and patience the best of teachers.
As long as I have health and strength, I will gladly work all my days.
Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you.