You Cannot Set Art Off In A

Stand Up And Take Your Dissonance Like A Man.

Vagueness Is At Times An Indication Of Nearness To A Perfect Truth.

All Melodious Poets Shall Be Hoarse As Street Ballads, When Once The Penetrating Keynote Of Nature And Spirit Is Sounded-the Earth-beat, Sea-beat, Heart-beat, Which Make The Tune To Which The Sun Rolls, And The Globule Of Blood And The Sap Of The Trees.

Expression, To A Great Extent, Is A Matter Of Terms, And Terms Are Anyone's.

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.