Music is the silence between the notes.

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

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

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

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

The century of aeroplanes deserves its own music. As there are no precedents, I must create anew.