In Opera, There Is Always Too Much

To Complete A Work Is Just Like Being Present At The Death Of Someone You Love.

Some People Wish Above All To Conform To The Rules, I Wish Only To Render What I Can Hear.

I Am More And More Convinced That Music Is Not, In Essence, A Thing Which Can Be Cast Into A Traditional And Fixed Form. It Is Made Up Of Colors And Rhythms.

Is It Not Our Duty To Find The Symphonic Formula Which Fits Our Time, One Which Progress, Daring And Modern Victory Demand? The Century Of Airplanes Has A Right To Its Own Music.

There Is No Theory. You Merely Have To Listen. Pleasure Is The Law.