Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

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?

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

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

There is no such thing as happy music.

There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.

I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.