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

Frederic Chopin

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Frederic Chopin
Age: 39 †
Born: 1810
Born: March 1
Died: 1849
Died: October 17
Composer
Music Pedagogue
Musician
Pianist
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Frédéric François Chopin
Chopin
Fryderyk Chopin
Frederic Chopin
Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin
Fr. Chopin
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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.
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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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The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart obvious nonsense.
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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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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!
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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.
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If the newspapers cut me up so much that I shall not venture before the world again, I have resolved to become a house painter that would be as easy as anything else, and I should, at any rate, still be an artist!
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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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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.
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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.
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Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in ones birthplace.
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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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Simplicity is the highest goal, achievable when you have overcome all difficulties.
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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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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.
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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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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
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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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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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