Music is the space between the notes.
Music is in the space between the notes.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
I have a horror of sentimentality, and I cannot forget that its name is Saint-Saëns.
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 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.