What Music expresses is eternal, infinite, and ideal; she expresses not the passion, love, desire, of this or that individual in this or that condition, but Passion, Love, Desire itself, and in such infinitely varied phases as lie in her unique possession and are foreign and unknown to any other tongue...So...Here's to Victory, gained by our higher sense over the worthlessness of the vulgar! To Love, which crowns our courage...To the day, to the night!...And three cheers for Music.

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.

It is a truth forever, that where the speech of man stops short there Music's reign begins.

Even if I know I shall never change the masses, never transform anything permanent, all I ask is that the good things also have their place, their refuge.

Many's the man/ who thought himself wise/ but what he needed/ he did not know.

The purpose of art: to make the unconscious conscious.

Blessed be, the genius who never knew good fortune! Genius in itself already means so much; what meaning does luck still hold for him?