I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.

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.

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

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

You must renounce all superficiality, all convention, all vanity and delusion.

An operetta is simply a small and gay opera.

A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.