Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.
A full cup of wine at the right time is worth more than all the kingdoms of this earth!
Tradition is the spreading of fire and not the veneration of ashes.
It is always the same with me; only when I experience something do I compose, and only when composing do I experience! After all, a musician's nature can hardly be expressed in words.