Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.

There is no theory. You merely have to listen. Pleasure is the law.

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

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

People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?

Music is the space between the notes.

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