The sounds proceeding from the instruments of symphonic music seem to be the very organs of the mysteries of creation; for they reveal, as it were, the primal stirrings of creation which brought order out of chaos long before the human heart was there to behold them.

Music is the inarticulate speech of the heart, which cannot be compressed into words, because it is infinite.

The essence of higher instrumental music lays herein that one is able to express in tones that what one is unable to say in words.

One siupreme fact which I have discovered is that it is not willpower, but fantasy and imagination that ceates. Imagination is the creative force. Imagination creates reality.

Whatever I thought right, to others seemed wrong; what I held to be bad, others approved of.

My destiny is solitude, and my life is work.

I write music with an exclamation point!