My God! What Has Sound Got To

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.

All Melodious Poets Shall Be Hoarse As Street Ballads, When Once The Penetrating Keynote Of Nature And Spirit Is Sounded-the Earth-beat, Sea-beat, Heart-beat, Which Make The Tune To Which The Sun Rolls, And The Globule Of Blood And The Sap Of The Trees.

If A Composer Has A Nice Wife And Some Nice Children, How Can He Let The Children Starve On His Dissonances?

I Don't Write Music For Sissy Ears.

Beauty In Music Is Too Often Confused With Something That Lets The Ears Lie Back In An Easy Chair. Many Sounds That We Are Used To Do Not Bother Us, And For That Reason We Are Inclined To Call Them Beautiful. Frequently, When A New Or Unfamiliar Work Is Accepted As Beautiful On Its First Hearing, Its Fundamental Quality Is One That Tends To Put The Mind To Sleep.