The work comes into the world at an undetermined hour, from a still unknown, but it comes inevitably.
Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man's faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements.
See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!
Art is a kind of illness.
I lived for art, I lived for love
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.