You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.

There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.

Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.

Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?