In Opera, There Is Always Too Much

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 Sound Of The Sea, The Curve Of A Horizon, Wind In Leaves, The Cry Of A Bird Leave Manifold Impression In Us. And Suddenly, Without Our Wishing It At All, One Of These Memories Spills From Us And Finds Expression In Musical Language...i Want To Sing My Interior Landscape With The Simple Artlessness Of A Child.

First Of All, Ladies And Gentlemen, You Must Forget That You Are Singers.

Listen To No One's Advice Except That Of The Wind In The Trees. That Can Recount The Whole History Of Mankind.

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.