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

Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.

Intelligence is silence, truth is being invisible. But what a racket I make in declaring this.

To see itself through, music must have idea or magic. ... Music with neither dies young though rich.

The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of

Minor artists borrow, great ones steal.

Compose first, worry later.