Music is everything. God himself is nothing more than an acoustic hallucination. Tears and Saints (1937)
Except for music, everything is a lie, even solitude, even ecstasy. Music, in fact, is the one and the other, only better. Anathemas and Admirations (1987)
When we have no further desire to show ourselves, we take refuge in music, the Providence of the abulic. Anathemas and Admirations (1987)