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

There are certain times when I feel more inspired, filled with a strong power that forces me to listen to my inner voice, and when I feel more need than ever for a Pleyel piano.

Simplicity is the final achievement.

The last thing is simplicity. After having gone through all the difficulties, having played an endless number of notes, it is simplicity that matters, with all its charm. It is the final seal on Art. Anyone who strives for this to begin with will be disappointed. You cannot begin at the end.

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.

England is a country of pianos, they are everywhere.

Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.