Is not beauty in music too often confused with something which lets the ears lie back in an easy chair?

If a composer has a nice wife and some nice children, how can he let the children starve on his dissonances?

You cannot set art off in a corner and hope for it to have vitality, reality, and substance.

I don't write music for sissy ears.

Awards are merely the badges of mediocrity.

Is not beauty in music too often confused with something which lets the ears lie back in an easy chair?

If a poet knows more about a horse than he does about heaven, he might better stick to the horse, and some day the horse may carry him into heaven.