Music is the sole art which evokes nostalgia for the future.

In music the present is extended.

There are no fascinating people, only their works are fascinating.

Sooner or later you've heard all your best friends have to say. Then comes the tolerance of real love.

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.

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