Frederic Chopin Quotes

Nothing is more odious than music without hidden meaning.

Time is the best of critics; and patience the best of teachers.

Put all your soul into it, play the way you feel!

Simplicity is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you

Bach is like an astronomer who, with the help of ciphers, finds the most wonderful stars . . . Beethoven embraced the universe with the power of his spirit . . . I do not climb so high. A long time ago I decided that my universe will be the soul and heart of man.

Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.

The last thing is simplicity. After having gone through all the difficulties, having played an endless number of notes, it is simplicity that matters, with all its charm. It is the final seal on Art. Anyone who strives for this to begin with will be disappointed. You cannot begin at the end.

Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.

Nothing is more beautiful than a guitar, except, possibly two.

I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, but I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.

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.

Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.

Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.

A long time ago I decided that my universe will be the soul and heart of man.

Bach is an astronomer, discovering the most marvellous stars. Beethoven challenges the universe. I only try to express the soul and the heart of man.

I am gay on the outside, especially among my own folk (I count Poles my own); but inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness.

Simplicity is the final achievement.

Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.

Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you.

Mozart encompasses the entire domain of musical creation, but I've got only the keyboard in my poor head.

As long as I have health and strength, I will gladly work all my days.

Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from this dream which cannot last long?

I am not fitted to give concerts. The audience intimidates me, I feel choked by its breath, paralyzed by its curious glances, struck dumb by all those strange faces.

The earth is suffocating... Swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive.