On Those Who Overanalyze His Music: When

I Wish To Sing Of My Interior Visions With The Naive Candour Of A Child.

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

There Is No Theory. You Have Only To Listen. Pleasure Is The Law. I Love Music Passionately. And Because L Love It, I Try To Free It From Barren Traditions That Stifle It. It Is A Free Art Gushing Forth, An Open-air Art Boundless As The Elements, The Wind, The Sky, The Sea. It Must Never Be Shut In And Become An Academic Art.

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

Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As A Personal Affront.