In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?

The principle of the endless melody is the perpetual becoming of a music that never had any reason for starting, any more than it has any reason for ending.

Music is given to us with the sole purpose of establishing an order in things, including, and particularly, the coordination between man and time.

The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self. And the arbitrariness of the constraint serves only to obtain precision of execution.

The trouble with music appreciation in general is that people are taught to have too much respect for music they should be taught to love it instead.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?