In Opera, There Is Always Too Much

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

The Music I Desire Must Be Supple Enough To Adapt Itself To The Lyrical Effusions Of The Soul And The Fantasy Of Dreams.

On Those Who Overanalyze His Music: When You Tear The Wings Off A Butterfly, It Is No Longer A Butterfly

[on Richard Wagner] A Beautiful Sunset That Was Mistaken For A Dawn.

Music Is The Expression Of The Movement Of The Waters, The Play Of Curves Described By Changing Breezes.