In music the present is extended.
Love is a mystery which, when solved, evaporates. The same holds for music.
The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of
The Great don't innovate, they fertilize seeds planted by lackeys, they leave to others the inhaling of the flowers whose roots they've manured. A deceptive memory may be the key to their originality.
Compose first, worry later.
Quarrels in France strengthen a love affair, in America they end it.