It is conceivable that what is unified form to the author or composer may of necessity be formless to his audience.

Beauty in music is too often confused with something that lets the ears lie back in an easy chair. Many sounds that we are used to do not bother us, and for that reason we are inclined to call them beautiful. Frequently, when a new or unfamiliar work is accepted as beautiful on its first hearing, its fundamental quality is one that tends to put the mind to sleep.

I don't write music for sissy ears.

A song has a few rights the same as ordinary citizens... if it happens to feel like flying where humans cannot fly... to scale mountains that are not there, who shall stop it?

Vagueness is at times an indication of nearness to a perfect truth.

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?