If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.
I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.
When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.
Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.
I beg of you... never assume an inner or an outer pose, never a disguise.
The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.
Don't bother looking at the view - I have already composed it.
It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.
The point is not to take the world's opinion as a guiding star but to go one's way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.
Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.
Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
An operetta is simply a small and gay opera.
The real art of conducting consists in transitions.
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