Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately, it kills all its pupils..
Heine commenting on the music of Louis Hector Berlioz: He is an immense nightingale, a lark as great as an eagle. . . . The music causes me to dream of fabulous empires, filled with fabulous sins.
If men of genius only knew what love their works inspire!
A feeble mind, conscious of its own feebleness, grows feeble under that very consciousness. As soon as the power of fear becomes known to it, there follows the fear of fear, and, on the first perturbation, reason abandons it.
Bach is Bach just as God is God.
Only by pairing knowledge with inspiration will art evolve. Without these conditions any musician will remain a flawed artist, if one may speak of an artist at all.
Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down.
Time, time - that is our greatest master! Alas, like Ugolino, time devours its own children.
The trombone is the true head of the family of wind instruments... it has all the serious and powerful tones of sublime musical poetry, from religious, calm and imposing accents to savage, orgiastic outburst.
At least I have the modesty to admit that lack of modesty is one of my failings.
The luck of having talent is not enough; one must also have a talent for luck.
It is not enough that the artist should be well prepared for the public. The public must be well prepared for what it is going to hear.
To render my works properly requires a combination of extreme precision and irresistible verve, a regulated vehemence, a dreamy tenderness, and an almost morbid melancholy.
Music and love are the wings of the soul.
It is so rare...to find a complete person, with a soul, a heart and an imagination; so rare for characters as ardent and restless as ours to meet and to be matched together, that I hardly know how to tell you what happiness it gives me to know you.
Love cannot express the idea of music, while music may give an idea of love
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
Which of the two powers, Love or Music, can elevate man to the sublimest heights? ... It is a problem, and yet it seems to me that this is the answer: 'Love can give no idea of music; music can give an idea of love.' ... Why separate them? They are two wings of the soul.