The trouble with the opera is there's always to much singing.

The age of automobiles and aeroplanes cannot express itself in the same manner as did the age of the diligence.

Anyone who calls my music "impressionist" is an imbecile.

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 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.

Music is the space between the notes.

People don't very much like things that are beautiful - they are so far from their nasty little minds.