Extreme complication is contrary to art.
I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.
The century of airplanes has a right to its own music.
Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory.
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.
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?
Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
Some people wish above all to conform to the rules, I wish only to render what I can hear. There is no theory. You have only to listen. Pleasure is the law.
The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus for the crowd. There is always the hope that something dangerous will happen.
In opera, there is always too much singing.
Art is the most beautiful of all lies.
I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.
Music is the silence between the notes.
Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.
First of all, ladies and gentlemen, you must forget that you are singers.