about life
and philosophy
"Simplicity
is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.
After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is
simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art."
"When one
does a thing, it appears good, otherwise one would not write it. Only later
comes reflection, and one discards or accepts the thing. Time is the best
censor, and patience a most excellent teacher."
"Every
difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on."
"I wish I
could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a
kind of pleasure in indulging them."
"Sometimes I
can only groan, suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!"
"Put all your
soul into it, play the way you feel!"
"It is
dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden
yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell
you."
"I feel like
a novice, just as I felt before I knew anything of the keyboard. It is far
too original, and I shall end up not being able to learn it myself."
"If I were
still stupider than I am, I should think myself at the apex of my career;
yet I know how much I still lack, to reach perfection; I see it the more
clearly now that I live only among first-rank artists and know what each one
of them lacks."
"Having
nothing to do, I am correcting the Paris edition of Bach; not only the
engraver's mistakes, but also the mistakes hallowed by those who are
supposed to understand Bach (I have no pretensions to understand better, but
I do think that sometimes I can guess)."
about
concerts and performance
"Yesterday's
concert was a success. I hasten to let you know. I inform your Lordship that
I was not a bit nervous and played as I play when I am alone. It went
well... and I had to come back and bow four times."
"All the same
it is being said everywhere that I played too softly, or rather, too
delicately for people used to the piano-pounding of the artists here."
"They want me
to give another concert but I have no desire to do so. You cannot imagine
what a torture the three days before a public appearance are to me."
"There are
certain times when I feel more inspired, filled with a strong power that
forces me to listen to my inner voice, and when I feel more need than ever
for a Pleyel piano."
about
places and people
"I don't know
where there can be so many pianists as in Paris, so many asses and so many
virtuosi."
"I haven't
heard anything so great for a long time; Beethoven snaps his fingers at the
whole world..."
"I have met a
great celebrity, Madame Dudevant, known as George Sand... Her appearance is
not to my liking. Indeed there is something about her which positively
repels me... What an unattractive person La Sand is... Is she really a
woman? I'm inclined to doubt it."
"the Official
Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are
of Mozart; obvious nonsense."
"I don't know
how it is, but the Germans are amazed at me and I am amazed at them for
finding anything to be amazed about."
"It's a huge
Carthusian monastery, stuck down between rocks and sea, where you may
imagine me, without white gloves or haircurling, as pale as ever, in a cell
with such doors as Paris never had for gates. The cell is the shape of a
tall coffin, with an enormous dusty vaulting, a small window... Bach, my
scrawls and waste paper - silence - you could scream - there would still be
silence. Indeed, I write to you from a strange place."
"After a rest
in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a
mazurka of mine..."
"England is a
country of pianos, they are everywhere."
"Here,
whatever is not boring is not English."
about
health and death
"My
manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices."
"How strange!
This bed on which I shall lie has been slept on by more than one dying man,
but today it does not repel me! Who knows what corpses have lain on it and
for how long? But is a corpse any worse than I? A corpse too knows nothing
of its father, mother or sisters or Titus. Nor has a corpse a sweetheart. A
corpse, too, is pale, like me. A corpse is cold, just as I am cold and
indifferent to everything. A corpse has ceased to live, and I too have had
enough of life.... Why do we live on through this wretched life which only
devours us and serves to turn us into corpses? The clocks in the Stuttgart
belfries strike the midnight hour. Oh how many people have become corpses at
this moment! Mothers have been torn from their children, children from their
mothers - how many plans have come to nothing, how much sorrow has sprung
from these depths, and how much relief!... Virtue and vice have come in the
end to the same thing! It seems that to die is man's finest action - and
what might be his worst? To be born, since that is the exact opposite of his
best deed. It is therefore right of me to be angry that I was ever born into
this world! Why was I not prevented from remaining in a world where I am
utterly useless? What good can my existence bring to anyone? ... But wait,
wait! What's this? Tears? How long it is since they flowed! How is this,
seeing that an arid melancholy has held me for so long in its grip? How good
it feels - and sorrowful. Sad but kindly tears! What a strange emotion! Sad
but blessed. It is not good for one to be sad, and yet how pleasant it is -
a strange state..."
"As this
cough will choke me, I implore you to have my body opened, so that I may not
be buried alive."
"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."
"But when he
asked Chopin whether he was still in pain, we quite distinctly heard the
answer: 'No more.' These were the last words heard from his lips."
"Play Mozart
in memory of me."