Einstein said that "the most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious." So why do so many of us try to explain the beauty of music, thus depriving it of its mystery?

The 20th century has been a badly written drama, from the beginning.

I believe that from that Earth emerges a musical poetry, which is by the nature of its sources tonal. I believe that these sources cause to exist a phonology of music, which evolves from the universal known as the harmonic series.

From New Year's on the outlook brightens; good humor lost in a mood of failure returns. I resolve to stop complaining.

Any asshole can write a tone-row. It takes a composer to write a tune.

I'm not interested in having an orchestra sound like itself. I want it to sound like the composer.

I can't live one day without hearing music, playing it , studying it , or thinking about it .