Art is the most beautiful of all lies.
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.
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.
It is our duty to find the symphonic formula which fits our time, one which progress, daring and modern victory demand?
People don't very much like things that are beautiful -- they are so far from their nasty little minds.
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.
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.
Extreme complication is contrary to art.
First of all, ladies and gentlemen, you must forget that you are singers.
How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.
I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.
I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.
In opera, there is always too much singing.
Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.
Music is the silence between the notes.
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.
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.
The century of airplanes has a right to its own music.
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.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
The century of aeroplanes deserves its own music. As there are no precedents, I must create anew.