If I Am Not Making

People Don't Very Much Like Things That Are Beautiful - They Are So Far From Their Nasty Little Minds.

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

Anyone Who Calls My Music "impressionist" Is An Imbecile.

But Music, Don't You Know, Is A Dream From Which The Veils Have Been Lifted. It's Not Even The Expression Of A Feeling, It's The Feeling Itself.

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.