I am inclined to believe that some music, like certain poetry, finds its appeal and way to all.

The culture of any country is gauged first by its progress in art.

The genius is the man who has genuine and deep human relations with others, who does not cut himself off in the search for originality, but who realizes the value of artistic tradition.

Just as surely as every new language mastered opens up a new world, so knowledge of a Beethoven, a Chopin, or a Schumann opens up a new world in spiritual beauty and thought.

The Pole listening to Chopin listens to the voice of his whole race.

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

I am nothing! If you could know the dream of what I would like to be, you would realize how little I have accomplished.