I haven't understood a bar of music in my life, but I have felt it.

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

Music is the sole domain in which man realizes the present.

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.

Revolution means turning the wheel.

Music must be listened to; it is not enough to hear it. A duck hears also.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?