There is nothing more musical than a sunset.
If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.
Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
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.
I have a horror of sentimentality, and I cannot forget that its name is Saint-Saëns.
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?