I Am The Place In Which Something

With All Its Technical Sophistication, The Photographic Camera Remains A Coarse Device Compared To The Human Hand And Brain.

I Hate Travelling And Explorers

Since Music Is The Only Language With The Contradictory Attributes Of Being Intelligible And Untranslatable, The Musical Creator Is A Being Comparable To The Gods, And Music Itself The Supreme Mystery Of The Science Of Man.

Anthropology Found Its Galileo In Rivers, Its Newton In Mauss.

The Musical Emotion Springs Precisely From The Fact That At Each Moment The Composer Withholds Or Adds More Or Less Than The Listener Anticipates On The Basis Of A Pattern That He Thinks He Can Guess, But That He Is Incapable Of Wholly Divining. . . .