Perhaps Misguided Moral Passion Is Better Than

Art Is Not Cozy And It Is Not Mocked. Art Tells The Only Truth That Ultimately Matters. It Is The Light By Which Human Things Can Be Mended. And After Art There Is, Let Me Assure You All, Nothing.

Every Human Soul Has Seen, Perhaps Before Their Birth, Pure Forms Such As Justice, Temperance, Beauty And All The Great Moral Qualities Which We Hold In Honour. We Are Moved Towards What Is Good By The Faint Memory Of These Forms, Simple And Calm And Blessed, Which We Saw Once In A Pure, Clear Light, Being Pure Ourselves.

Man's Creative Struggle, His Search For Wisdom And Truth, Is A Love Story.

Music Relates Sound And Time And So Pictures The Ultimate Edges Of Human Commmunications.

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.