The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don't like - then cultivate it. That's the only part of your work that's individual and worth keeping.

Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.