There Are Only Twelve Tones And They

People Who Make Music Together Cannot Be Enemies, At Least While The Music Lasts.

There Are Only Twelve Tones And They Need To Be Treated Carefully.

Your Task It Is, Amid Confusion, Rush, And Noise, To Grasp The Lasting, Calm And Meaningful, And Finding It Anew, To Hold And Treasure It.

My God, How Can Anyone Ever Be A Master Of Music?

Music, As Long As It Exists, Will Always Take Its Departure From The Major Triad And Return To It. The Musician Cannot Escape It Any More Than The Painter His Primary Colors Or The Architect His Three Dimensions.