Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in ones birthplace.
Simplicity is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.
As long as I have health and strength, I will gladly work all my days.
After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.
My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.
The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.