Some People Wish Above All To Conform

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

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

Beauty Must Appeal To The Senses, Must Provide Us With Immediate Enjoyment, Must Impress Us Or Insinuate Itself Into Us Without Any Effort On Our Part.

The Age Of Automobiles And Aeroplanes Cannot Express Itself In The Same Manner As Did The Age Of The Diligence.

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