Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

Life is the space between our things.

In opera, there is always too much singing.

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.

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.

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

Beauty seems to strike some people as a personal affront.