This web of time--the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore eachother through the centuries--embrace every posibility.
I have never written a note I didn't mean.
Before I compose a piece, I walk around it several times, accompanied by myself.
Je suis venu au monde tres jeune dans un temps tres vieux
When I was young, people used to say to me: Wait until you're fifty, you'll see. I am fifty. I haven't seen anything.
I am by far your superior, but my notorious modesty prevents me from saying so.
Last year I gave several lectures on "Intelligence and Musicality among Animals". . . Today I am going to speak to you about "Intelligence and Musicality among Critics". . . The subject is much the same, with some modifications, of course.
I just think it's growth when you pursue something you're not sure you can do.
The human animal is a fascinating beast. Watching people and trying to learn how and why they do things, and to engage in the somewhat futile attempt to explain them. . . it's my reason for living I guess. . . to ask 'why?'. I don't know what else to do with myself. In some strange way it's probably an attempt to understand myself and my own relationship to the world.
Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.
Sexuality is a human instinct as natural as hunger or thirst.