If I Am Not Making Music, I

The Music I Desire Must Be Supple Enough To Adapt Itself To The Lyrical Effusions Of The Soul And The Fantasy Of Dreams.

Art Is The Most Beautiful Deception Of All!

Do Not Allow The Accents In The Brass To Produce Space Between The Notes.

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

The Century Of Aeroplanes Deserves Its Own Music. As There Are No Precedents, I Must Create Anew.