• A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

  • How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.

  • I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.

  • In opera, there is always too much singing.

  • Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

  • Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.

  • Music is the silence between the notes.

  • The color of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

  • There is nothing is more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little-the book of Nature.