There is nothing more musical than a sunset.
If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.
Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.
The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus for the crowd. There is always the hope that something dangerous may happen.
Beauty seems to strike some people as a personal affront.
On those who overanalyze his music: When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly