If A Poet Knows More About A

Vagueness Is At Times An Indication Of Nearness To A Perfect Truth.

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

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.

In Some Century To Come, When The School Children Will Whistle Popular Tunes In Quarter-tones--when The Diatonic Scale Will Be As Obsolete As The Pentatonic Is Now--perhaps Then These Borderland Experiences May Be Both Easily Expressed And Readily Recognized. But Maybe Music Was Not Intended To Satisfy The Curious Definiteness Of Man. Maybe It Is Better To Hope That Music May Always Be Transcendental Language In The Most Extravagant Sense

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.