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

When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.

It is strange how one feels drawn forward without knowing at first where one is going.

Discipline, work. Work, discipline.

The further the music develops, the more complex the apparatus used by the composer to express his thoughts becomes.

The real art of conducting consists in transitions.

To write a symphony is, for me, to construct a world.