I Hate You, Richard Wagner . .

From New Year's On The Outlook Brightens; Good Humor Lost In A Mood Of Failure Returns. I Resolve To Stop Complaining.

In The Olden Days, Everybody Sang. You Were Expected To Sing As Well As Talk. It Was A Mark Of The Cultured Man To Sing.

Stillness Is Our Most Intense Mode Of Action. It Is In Our Moments Of Deep Quiet That Is Born Every Idea, Emotion, And Drive Which We Eventually Honor With The Name Of Action. We Reach Highest In Meditation, And Farthest In Prayer. In Stillness Every Human Being Is Great.

The Rhapsody Is Not A Composition At All. It's A String Of Separate Paragraphs Stuck Together - With A Thin Paste Of Flour And Water... I Don't Think There Has Been Such An Inspired Melodist On This Earth Since Tchaikovsky... But If You Want To Speak Of A Composer, That's Another Matter.

Any Great Art Work … Revives And Readapts Time And Space, And The Measure Of Its Success Is The Extent To Which It Makes You An Inhabitant Of That World - The Extent To Which It Invites You In And Lets You Breathe Its Strange, Special Air.