The Church knew what the psalmist knew: Music praises God. Music is well or better able to praise him than the building of the church and all its decoration; it is the Church's greatest ornament.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

To continue in one path is to go backward.

I take no pride in my artistic talents; they are God-given and I see absolutely no reason to become puffed up over something that one has received.

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.

We cannot describe sound, but we cannot forget it either.

To be deprived of art and left alone with philosophy is to be close to Hell.