In memory everything seems to happen to music.

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic.

There is only one true aristocracy . . . and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!

Music is essentially built upon primitive memory structures.