I Wish To Sing Of My Interior

Works Of Art Make Rules But Rules Do Not Make Works Of Art.

If I Am Not Making Music, I Have No Reason For Existing.

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.

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

People Come To Music To Seek Oblivion: Is That Not Also A Form Of Deception?