To Choose What Is Difficult All One's

Music Can Be Made Anywhere, Is Invisible And Does Not Smell.

Men Will Pay Large Sums To Whores For Telling Them They Are Not Bores.

I'll Love You Till The Ocean Is Folded And Hung Up To Dry And The Seven Stars Go Squawking Like Geese About The Sky.

It's Better To Say, 'i'm Suffering,' Than To Say, 'this Landscape Is Ugly.

Aside From Purely Technical Analysis, Nothing Can Be Said About Music, Except When It Is Bad; When It Is Good, One Can Only Listen And Be Grateful.