Music Is One Of The Ways That

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.

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

If Idioms Are More To Be Born Than To Be Selected, Then The Things Of Life And Human Nature That A Man Has Grown Up With--(not That One Man's Experience Is Better Than Another's, But That It Is 'his.')--may Give Him Something Better In His Substance And Manner Than An Over-long Period Of Superimposed Idiomatic Education Which Quite Likely Doesn't Fit His Constitution. My Father Used To Say, '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'

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

Awards Are Merely The Badges Of Mediocrity.