"I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child." — Claude Debussy

People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?

The century of airplanes has a right to its own music.

Extreme complication is contrary to art.

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.