It's Not That Music Is Too Imprecise

The Essence Of Beauty Is Unity In Variety.

Such A Divine Profession Is Art! When Everything Else Looks So Stale And Disgustingly Vacuous, So Enthralls Even The Littlest Real Effort Of Art Our Innermost And Carries Us From Town, From Country, From Earth, As That It Must Be Truely A Blessing Of The Gods.

These, Too, Seem To Me So Ambiguous, So Vague, So Easily Misunderstood In Comparison To Genuine Music, Which Fills The Soul With A Thousand Things Better Than Words.

This Is What I Think Art Is And What I Demand Of It: That It Pull Everyone In, That It Show One Person Another's Most Intimate Thoughts And Feelings, That It Throw Open The Window Of The Soul.

No One Can Bar Me From Joyfully Proceeding On What The Great Masters Have Left Us; After All, To Rediscover Everything Again, Should Be Understood To Be Unfounded. But One Should However Proceed On Merit, And Not Simply Repeat Wat Was. All Genius, Sincere, Deserves His Place, Even Though Maybe Later In Life.