For once you are going to hear a dream, a dream that I have made sound... I dreamed all this; never could my poor head have invented such a thing.

It is impossible to communicate with Schumann. The man is hopeless; he doesn't talk at all.

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.

The oldest, truest, most beautiful organ of music, the origin to which alone our music owes its being, is the human voice.

Wherever the fish are, that's where we go.

Human dignity begins to assert itself only at the point where man is distinguishable from the beast by pity for it.

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