Music is the sole art which evokes nostalgia for the future.
It's not evil that's ruining the earth, but mediocrity. The crime is not that Nero played while Rome burned, but that he played badly.
Love is a mystery which, when solved, evaporates. The same holds for music.
To see itself through, music must have idea or magic. ... Music with neither dies young though rich.
Nothing is a waste that makes a memory.
The art of translation lies less in knowing the other language than in knowing your own.