Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As

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.

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

What I Am Trying To Do Is Something Different - An Effect Of Reality, But What Some Fools Call Impressionism, A Term That Is Usually Misapplied, Especially By The Critics Who Don't Hesitate To Apply It To Turner, The Greatest Creator Of Mysterious Effects In The Whole World Of Art.

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.

Music Begins Where Words Are Powerless To Express. Music Is Made For The Inexpressible. I Want Music To Seem To Rise From The Shadows And Indeed Sometimes To Return To Them.