Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.
Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.
I haven't heard anything so great for a long time; Beethoven snaps his fingers at the whole world.
My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.
England is a country of pianos, they are everywhere.
The three most celebrated doctors on the island have been to see me. One sniffed at what I spat, the second tapped where I spat from, and the third sounded me and listened as I spat. The first said I was dead, the second that I was dying and the third that I'm going to die.