The Poet Sees Better Than Other Mortals.

Music - So Different From Painting - Is The Art Which We Enjoy Most In Company With Others. A Symphony, Presented In A Room With One Other Listener, Would Please Him But Little.

It Was An Unforgettable Picture To See Chopin Sitting At The Piano Like A Clairvoyant, Lost In His Dreams; To See How His Vision Communicated Itself Through His Playing, And How, At The End Of Each Piece, He Had The Sad Habit Of Running One Finger Over The Length Of The Plaintive Keyboard, As Though To Tear Himself Forcibly Away From His Dream.

The Flame That Is Naturally Clear Always Gives The Most Light And Heat. If I Could Blend My Talent For Poetry And Music Into One, The Light Would Burn Still Clearer, And I Might Go Far.

When You Play, Never Mind Who Listens To You.

To Send Light Into The Darkness Of Men's Hearts - Such Is The Duty Of The Artist.