In The Image Of The Lion Made

Newness Hath An Evanescent Beauty.

Christ Rode On An Ass, But Now Asses Ride On Christ.

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.

Nothing Is More Futile Than Theorizing About Music. No Doubt There Are Laws, Mathematically Strict Laws, But These Laws Are Not Music; They Are Only Its Conditions? The Essence Of Music Is Revelation.

Life Is The Greatest Of Blessings And Death The Worst Of Evils.... All Great, Powerful Souls Love Life.