The Fabric Of Existence Weaves Itself Whole.

In Some Century To Come, When The School Children Will Whistle Popular Tunes In Quarter-tones--when The Diatonic Scale Will Be As Obsolete As The Pentatonic Is Now--perhaps Then These Borderland Experiences May Be Both Easily Expressed And Readily Recognized. But Maybe Music Was Not Intended To Satisfy The Curious Definiteness Of Man. Maybe It Is Better To Hope That Music May Always Be Transcendental Language In The Most Extravagant Sense

Music Is One Of The Ways That God Has Of Beating In On Man.

It Is More Important To Keep The Horse Going Hard Than To Always Play The Exact Notes.

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

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