My heart pounds sickeningly and I turn pale... I often feel as if I were dead... I seem to be losing my mind.

A fiery, good beginner always stands higher than a master in mediocrity.

Music owes as much to Bach as religion to its founder.

An evil fate has deprived me of the full use of my right hand, so that I am not able to play my compositions as I feel them. The trouble with my hand is that certain fingers have become so weak, probably through writing and playing too much at one time, that I can hardly use them.

You write to become immortal, or because the piano happens to be open, or you've looked into a pair of beautiful eyes.

Endeavour to play easy pieces well and with elegance; that is better than to play difficult pieces badly.

When young, one learns his craftsmanship, may become a young master, and it is youth that is most auspicious for developing certain skills.