An artist is like a pig snouting truffles.

Music is...the coordination between man and time.

One has a nose. The nose scents and it chooses. An artist is simply a kind of pig snouting truffles.

Art postulates communion, and the artist has an imperative need to make others share the joy which he experiences himself.

The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self. And the arbitrariness of the constraint serves only to obtain precision of execution.

I cannot now evaluate the events that, at the end of those thirty years, made me discover the necessity of religious belief. I was not reasoned into my disposition. Though I admire the structured thought of theology, it is to religion no more than counterpoint exercises are to music.

Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven.