Why, after all, must everyone like music? That they are missing something is just the lover's opinion.

Intelligence is silence, truth is being invisible. But what a racket I make in declaring this.

The beautiful are shyer than the ugly, for they move in a world that does not ask for beauty.

To see itself through, music must have idea or magic. ... Music with neither dies young though rich.

Quarrels in France strengthen a love affair, in America they end it.

Compose first, worry later.

All men are forced into one of two categories: those with eleven fingers and those without.