The Past, With Its Pleasures, Its Rewards,

There Are People Who Eat The Earth And Eat All The People On It Like In The Bible With The Locusts. And Other People Who Stand Around And Watch Them Eat.

The Judgment Of Music, Like The Inspiration For It, Must Come Slow And Measured, If It Comes With Truth.

Like All Former Thinkers, I'm Writing A Book.

It's A Sad Day When You Find Out That It's Not Accident Or Time Or Fortune, But Just Yourself That Kept Things From You.

Nobody Knows What You Want Except You. And Nobody Will Be As Sorry As You If You Don't Get It. Wanting Some Other Way To Live Is Proof Enough Of Deserving It. Having It Is Hard Work, But Not Having It Is Sheer Hell.