The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.

History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.

Poetry is a religion without hope, but its martyrs guarantee the eternal truth of its dogma.

I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.

Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work - that's what makes you unique.

Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.