The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.

God is ever before my eyes. I realize his omnipotence and I fear His anger; but I also recognize his compassion, and His tenderness towards His creatures.

I love it when an aria fits a singer as perfectly as a suit of well-tailored clothes.

Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.

Melody is the essence of music.

You know that I immerse myself in music, so to speak- that I think about it all day long- that I like experimenting- studying- reflecting.

My great grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-grandmother, who in turn told her daughter, my grandmother, who repeated it to her daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister, that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an equally great one was to know the right moment to stop.