I have a horror of sentimentality, and I cannot forget that its name is Saint-Saëns.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
Music begins where words are powerless to express. Music is made for the inexpressible. I want music to seem to rise from the shadows and indeed sometimes to return to them.
There is nothing more musical than a sunset.
First of all, ladies and gentlemen, you must forget that you are singers.
The trouble with the opera is there's always to much singing.