If music could be translated into human speech, it would no longer need to exist.
The art of translation lies less in knowing the other language than in knowing your own.
Music is the sole art which evokes nostalgia for the future.
Nothing is a waste that makes a memory.
To see itself through, music must have idea or magic. ... Music with neither dies young though rich.
All men are forced into one of two categories: those with eleven fingers and those without.