No one ever erected a statue of a critic.
Music is on a higher plane than everything else in this world.
No statue has ever been put up to a critic.
Music begins where the possibilities of language end.
All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead.
I often conduct an orchestra in my sleep; my orchestras are so huge that the back desks of the violas vanish into the horizon. And everything is so wonderful.