I Have Never Known So Much Naive

Since Music Is The Only Language With The Contradictory Attributes Of Being Intelligible And Untranslatable, The Musical Creator Is A Being Comparable To The Gods, And Music Itself The Supreme Mystery Of The Science Of Man.

With All Its Technical Sophistication, The Photographic Camera Remains A Coarse Device Compared To The Human Hand And Brain.

The Anthropologist Respects History, But He Does Not Accord It A Special Value. He Conceives It As A Study Complementary To His Own: One Of Them Unfurls The Range Of Human Societies In Time, The Other In Space.

[photography] Remains Servile To A Thoughtless Vision Of The World... As The Term Snapshot Suggests, Photography Seizes The Moment And Exhibits It.

The Musical Emotion Springs Precisely From The Fact That At Each Moment The Composer Withholds Or Adds More Or Less Than The Listener Anticipates On The Basis Of A Pattern That He Thinks He Can Guess, But That He Is Incapable Of Wholly Divining. If The Composer Withholds More Than We Anticipate, We Experience A Delicious Falling Sensation; We Feel We Have Been Torn From A Stable Point On The Musical Ladder And Thrust Into The Void. When The Composer Withholds Less, The Opposite Occurs: He Forces Us To Perform Gymnastic Exercises More Skillful Than Our Own.