I have a horror of sentimentality, and I cannot forget that its name is Saint-Saëns.

Do not allow the accents in the brass to produce space between the notes.

He was the incomparable painter of mystery, silence, and the infinite, of the passing cloud, and the sunlit shimmer of the waves-subleties which none before him had been capable of suggesting.

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

Music is the space between the notes.

There is no theory. You have only to listen. Pleasure is the law. I love music passionately. And because l love it, I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it. It is a free art gushing forth, an open-air art boundless as the elements, the wind, the sky, the sea. It must never be shut in and become an academic art.

Works of art make rules but rules do not make works of art.