Vagueness is at times an indication of nearness to a perfect truth.

You cannot set art off in a corner and hope for it to have vitality, reality, and substance.

If a poet knows more about a horse than he does about heaven, he might better stick to the horse, and some day the horse may carry him into heaven.

But maybe music was not intended to satisfy the curious definiteness of man. Maybe it is better to hope that music may always be transcendental language in the most extravagant sense.

Vagueness is at times an indication of nearness to a perfect truth.

One thing I am certain of is that, if I have done anything good in music, it was, first, because of my father, and second, because of my wife

Is not beauty in music too often confused with something which lets the ears lie back in an easy chair?