Conformism is so hot on the heels of the mass-produced avant-garde that the 'ins' and the 'outs' change places with the speed of mach 3.

Music is given to us with the sole purpose of establishing an order in things, including, and particularly, the coordination between man and time.

We can neither put back the clock nor slow down our forward speed, and as we are already flying pilotless, on instrument controls, it is even too late to ask where we are going.

All music is nothing more than a succession of impulses that converge towards a definite point of repose.

Just as appetite comes by eating, so work brings inspiration, if inspiration is not discernible at the beginning.

Harpists spend 90 percent of their lives tuning their harps and 10 percent playing out of tune.

My freedom will be so much the greater and more meaningful the more narrowly I limit my field of action and the more I surround myself with obstacles. Whatever diminishes constraint diminishes strength. The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self of the chains that shackle the spirit.