The trouble with the opera is there's always to much singing.
There is nothing more musical than a sunset.
But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.
Beauty seems to strike some people as a personal affront.
The century of airplanes has a right to its own music.
On those who overanalyze his music: When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly