That which draws us by its mystical force; what every created thing, even the very stones, feels with absolute certainty as the center of its being... is the force of love. Christians call this "eternal blessedness." It is a necessity of man for growth and joy.

A true personality . . . is like a robust organism that, with unconscious sureness, seeks out and digests the nourishment appropriate to it and vigorously rejects that which is unsuitable.

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

In its beginnings, music was merely chamber music, meant to be listened to in a small space by a small audience.

In the theatrical works we love and admire the most, the ending of the drama generally takes place offstage.

It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.

Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.