The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.
Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
Music is the silence between the notes.
I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.
In opera, there is always too much singing.
Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory.
The century of aeroplanes deserves its own music. As there are no precedents, I must create anew.
Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.
Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?
Some people wish above all to conform to the rules, I wish only to render what I can hear. There is no theory. You have only to listen. Pleasure is the law.
It is necessary to abandon yourself completely, and let the music do as it will with you. All people come to music to seek oblivion.
Art is the most beautiful of all lies.