Music Is The Arithmetic Of Sounds As

The Colour Of My Soul Is Iron-grey And Sad Bats Wheel About The Steeple Of My Dreams.

How Much Has To Be Explored And Discarded Before Reaching The Naked Flesh Of Feeling.

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

Art Is The Most Beautiful Deception Of All!

The Trouble With The Opera Is There's Always To Much Singing.