Nothing is likely about masterpieces, least of all whether there will be any.

Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven.

In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?

Mediocrity borrows, genius steals.

I live neither in the past nor in the future. I am in the present. I cannot know what tomorrow will bring forth. I can know only what the truth is for me today. That is what I am called upon to serve, and I serve it in all lucidity.

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

What I cannot follow are the manic-depressive fluctuations from total control to no control, from the serialization of all elements to chance.