Beauty seems to strike some people as a personal affront.

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

Composers aren't daring enough. They're afraid of that sacred idol called 'common sense', which is the most dreadful thing I know - after all, it's no more than a religion founded to excuse the ubiquity of imbeciles!

Extreme complication is contrary to art.

I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.

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.

Art is the most beautiful deception of all!