With few exceptions, music has been for some centuries the art which has devoted itself not to the reproduction of natural phenomena, but rather to the expression of the artist's soul, in musical sound.

The more abstract is form, the more clear and direct its appeal.

Art is not vague production, transitory and isolated, but a power which must be directed to the improvement and refinement of the human soul.

The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural The brighter it becomes, the more it loses its sound, until it turns into silent stillness and becomes white.

That is beautiful which is produced by the inner need, which springs from the soul.

The eyes are hammers.

Black is like the silence of the body after death, the close of life.