I Write [music] As A Sow Piddles.

I Choose Such Notes That Love One Another.

The Wonders Of The Music Of The Future Will Be Of A Higher & Wider Scale And Will Introduce Many Sounds That The Human Ear Is Now Incapable Of Hearing. Among These New Sounds Will Be The Glorious Music Of Angelic Chorales. As Men Hear These They Will Cease To Consider Angels As Figments Of Their Imagination.

I Do Not Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them Gleich Alles Zusammen - At The Same Time All Together.

Melody Is The Essence Of Music. I Compare A Good Melodist To A Fine Racer, And Counterpointists To Hack Post-horses; Therefore Be Advised, Let Well Alone And Remember The Old Italian Proverb: Chi Sa Più, Meno Sa— Who Knows Most, Knows Least.

To Win Applause One Must Write Stuff So Simple That A Coachman Might Sing It.