Frederic Chopin Quotes

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

Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.

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

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you

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

Nothing is more odious than music without hidden meaning.

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

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.

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

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.

Vienna is a handsome, lively city, and pleases me exceedingly.

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

After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.

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

The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.

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

Simplicity is the final achievement.

To be a great composer requires immense experience... One acquires this by listening not only to other men's work, but above all to one's own!

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'm a revolutionary, money means nothing 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.

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

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.

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.

Concerts are never real music, you have to give up the idea of hearing in them all the most beautiful things of art.

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

I haven't heard anything so great for a long time; Beethoven snaps his fingers at the whole world.

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.

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

My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.

You already know when I'm writing, so don't be surprised if it's short and dry, because I'm too hungry to write anything fat

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.

Bach is like an astronomer who, with the help of ciphers, finds the most wonderful stars.

Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in ones birthplace.

As something has involuntarily crept into my head through my eyes,I love to indulge it, even though it may be all wrong.

Here, whatever is not boring is not English.

Nothing is more beautiful than the sound of the guitar.

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.

England is a country of pianos, they are everywhere.