The work comes into the world at an undetermined hour, from a still unknown, but it comes inevitably.
See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!
The music of this opera (Madame Butterfly) was dictated to me by God. I was merely instrumental in getting it on paper and communicating it to the public.
Art is a kind of illness.
I lived for art, I lived for love
Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man's faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements.