I cannot be so bad when everybody is so fond of me.

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.

I wish to lead a life free from care, and I see that I shall be unhappy if I cannot always work at my art.

Every man has his faults; I have and so have you - you will allow me to say so!

Why hurry over beautiful things? Why not linger and enjoy them?

I do not want horses or diamonds - I am happy in possessing you.