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

Music is the space between the notes.

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

I have a horror of sentimentality, and I cannot forget that its name is Saint-Saëns.

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

Art is the most beautiful deception of all! And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory.

I am more and more convinced that music is not, in essence, a thing which can be cast into a traditional and fixed form. It is made up of colors and rhythms.