The Pole listening to Chopin listens to the voice of his whole race.
Music is the only art that actually lives.
Times change, people change, thought and feeling take new shapes, put on fresh garments, sons bow their heads unwillingly to that which enraptured their fathers.
Fatherland before everything, art afterward.
Art is great only when it bears the stamp of the individual.
The great familiar musical works are always greeted by the audiences as ever welcome and beloved friends.