There Is No Theory. You

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.

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

I Have A Horror Of Sentimentality, And I Cannot Forget That Its Name Is Saint-saëns.

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.

Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As A Personal Affront.