Music is in the space between the notes.

But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.

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

If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.

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.

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

Extreme complication is contrary to art.