Music is the sole art which evokes nostalgia for the future.
Artists, by definition innocent, don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.
In music the present is extended.
All men are forced into one of two categories: those with eleven fingers and those without.
Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.
Bel canto is to opera what pole-vaulting is to ballet.