He gives me the impression of being a spoilt child.(on Liszt)
Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?
My health may be better preserved if I exert myself less, but in the end doesn't each person give his life for his calling?
My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.
I do not want horses or diamonds - I am happy in possessing you.
I cannot give a single concert at which I do not play one piece after the other in an agony of terror because my memory threatens to fail me. This fear torments me for days beforehand.