The only form of music is melody, without melody music is not feasible, and music and melody are quite inseparable.

These revelations expressed through Art work upon the soul with a force carrying its own conviction and permeate our sentient life with a sense of truth which logic and mere reason are powerless to combat.

...music is the living God in our bosoms.

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.

I am fond of them, of the inferior beings of the abyss, of those who are full of longing.

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

Whatever my passions demand of me, I become for the time being - musician, poet, director, author, lecturer or anything else.