Music Is One Of The Ways That

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'

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

An Apparent Confusion, If Lived With Long Enough, May Become Orderly . . . A Rare Experience Of A Moment At Daybreak, When Something In Nature Seems To Reveal All Consciousness, Cannot Be Explained At Noon. Yet It Is Part Of The Day's Unity

Every Great Inspiration Is But An Experiment.

Is Not Beauty In Music Too Often Confused With Something Which Lets The Ears Lie Back In An Easy Chair?