The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

Quote by Claude Debussy

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How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.

How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.

The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus...

The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus...

Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the...

Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the...

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

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

Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described...

Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described...

Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.

Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.

I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.

I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.

I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from...

I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from...

In opera, there is always too much singing.

In opera, there is always too much singing.

Some people wish above all to conform to the rules, I wish only to render...

Some people wish above all to conform to the rules, I wish only to render...

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

Music is the silence between the notes.

Music is the silence between the notes.

There is nothing is more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees...

There is nothing is more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees...

Art is the most beautiful of all lies.

Art is the most beautiful of all lies.

Beauty must appeal to the senses, must provide us with immediate enjoyment, must impress us...

Beauty must appeal to the senses, must provide us with immediate enjoyment, must impress us...

First of all, ladies and gentlemen, you must forget that you are singers.

First of all, ladies and gentlemen, you must forget that you are singers.

Extreme complication is contrary to art.

Extreme complication is contrary to art.

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

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