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In Music Everything Is Prolonged, Everything Is Edified, And When The Enchantment Has Ceased, We Are Still Bathed In Its Clarity; Solitude Is Accompanied By A New Hope Between Pity For Ourselves - Which Makes Us More Indulgent And More Understanding - And The Certitude Of Finding Something Again, That Which Lives For Ever In Music.

It Is Easier To Analyze A Work In Its Form, In Its Evolution, Than Simply To Love It With All The Living Forces Of Our Heart. It Is Easier To Define Its Peculiarities And Its Details Than To Draw Out Of It Its Emotion, Its Thought.

Nothing Is Better Than Music; When It Takes Us Out Of Time, It Has Done More For Us Than We Have The Right To Hope For: It Has Broadened The Limits Of Our Sorrowful Life, It Has Lit Up The Sweetness Of Our Hours Of Happiness By Effacing The Pettinesses That Diminish Us, Bringing Us Back Pure And New To What Was, What Will Be, What Music Has Created For Us.

Words Created Divergencies Between Beings, Because Their Precise Meanings Put An Opinion Around The Idea. Music Only Retains The Highest And Purest Substance Of The Idea, Since It Has The Privilege Of Expressing All, Whilst Excluding Nothing.

A Great Work Is Made Out Of A Combination Of Obedience And Liberty.