I Don't Write Music For Sissy Ears.

If A Poet Knows More About A Horse Than He Does About Heaven, He Might Better Stick To The Horse, And Some Day The Horse May Carry Him Into Heaven.

Music Is One Of The Ways That God Has Of Beating In On Man.

An Apparent Confusion, If Lived With Long Enough, May Become Orderly . . . A Rare Experience Of A Moment At Daybreak, When Something In Nature Seems To Reveal All Consciousness, Cannot Be Explained At Noon. Yet It Is Part Of The Day's Unity

Stand Up And Take Your Dissonance Like A Man.

If Idioms Are More To Be Born Than To Be Selected, Then The Things Of Life And Human Nature That A Man Has Grown Up With--(not That One Man's Experience Is Better Than Another's, But That It Is 'his.')--may Give Him Something Better In His Substance And Manner Than An Over-long Period Of Superimposed Idiomatic Education Which Quite Likely Doesn't Fit His Constitution. My Father Used To Say, 'if A Poet Knows More About A Horse Than He Does About Heaven, He Might Better Stick To The Horse, And Some Day The Horse May Carry Him Into Heaven'