Chopin was an invalid, as you know, but his music was volcanic.

I cannot imagine a genuinely happy home without music in it.

When I miss a week in practice, my audience knows it. When I miss a day, I know it.

The very essence of success is practice.

Beginnings play their prized part in every finished human accomplishment, for beginnings mean the birth of added progress.

I established a certain standard of behavior, that, during my playing, there must be no talking.

Is there anything more true than human pain? Is there anything more sincere than the cry for help from those who suffer? Only a great wave of mankind's pity can surmount an immense wave of human misery?