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I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, but I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.
Frederic Chopin
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Frederic Chopin
Age: 39 †
Born: 1810
Born: March 1
Died: 1849
Died: October 17
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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.
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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.
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We fell silent and all joking ceased. We gazed mutely into each other's eyes and an intense longing for the fullest avowal of the truth forced us to a confession, requiring no words whatever, or the incommensurable misfortune that weighed upon us. With tears and sobs we sealed a vow to belong to each other alone.
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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?
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Mozart encompasses the entire domain of musical creation, but I've got only the keyboard in my poor head.
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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.
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Chopin was the first piano composer who knew exactly how to make piano sound reach fullness, radiance and grandness. What to regard and what, by all means, to avoid. Chopin was keenly aware of the overtones and he did take care of them so artfully.
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Nothing is more beautiful than a guitar, except, possibly two.
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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).
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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.
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I'm a revolutionary, money means nothing to me.
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Nothing is more beautiful than the sound of the guitar.
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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.
Frederic Chopin
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.
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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.
Frederic Chopin
The earth is suffocating... Swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive.
Frederic Chopin
As something has involuntarily crept into my head through my eyes,I love to indulge it, even though it may be all wrong.
Frederic Chopin
After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.
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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.
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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.
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