There Are Only Twelve Tones And They

Our Spirit Of Life Is Not Identical With That Of Our Ancestors, And Therefore Their Music, Even If Restored With Utter Technical Perfections, Can Never Have To Us Precisely The Same Meaning It Had For Them. We Cannot Tear Down The Barricade That Separates The Present World From Things And Deeds Past.

There Are Only Twelve Tones And They Need To Be Treated Carefully.

Your Task It Is, Amid Confusion, Rush, And Noise, To Grasp The Lasting, Calm And Meaningful, And Finding It Anew, To Hold And Treasure It.

People Who Make Music Together Cannot Be Enemies, At Least While The Music Lasts.

Music Is Meaningless Noise Unless It Touches A Receiving Mind.