There is a world of difference between a Mahler eighth note and a normal eighth note.

I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.

I beg of you... never assume an inner or an outer pose, never a disguise.

If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.

We all return. It is this certainty that gives meaning to life and it does not make the slightest difference whether or not in a later incarnation we remember the former life. What counts is not the individual and his comfort, but the great aspiration to the perfect and the pure which goes on in each incarnation.

In Bach, the vital cells of music are united as the world is in God.

Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.