I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.
Music is the silence between the notes.
There is nothing is more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little - the book of Nature.
Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.
Art is the most beautiful of all lies.
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.
The century of airplanes has a right to its own music.
Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.
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.
Beauty must appeal to the senses, must provide us with immediate enjoyment, must impress us or insinuate itself into us without any effort on our part.
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?
The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus for the crowd. There is always the hope that something dangerous will happen.
In opera, there is always too much singing.
Extreme complication is contrary to art.
I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.
