I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.

Do not allow the accents in the brass to produce space between the notes.

Music begins where words are powerless to express. Music is made for the inexpressible. I want music to seem to rise from the shadows and indeed sometimes to return to them.

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.

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.

There is nothing more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little - the book of Nature.

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