Beauty must appeal to the senses, must provide us with immediate enjoyment, must impress us or insinuate itself into us without any effort on our part.

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.

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

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

Extreme complication is contrary to art.

Peter Townsend Music is the silence between the notes.. So could it be said that dance is the stillness between the steps?

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.