Music begins where words leave off. Music expresses the inexpressible. If there is a Kingdom of Heaven, it lies in music.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

The response to my books from my East Coast friends has been wildly various, running the gamut from 'bad' to 'very bad.' (Is there another gamut?)

Life imitates art -- but badly.

Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

In the land of bleating sheep and braying jackasses, one brave and honest man is bound to create a scandal.

Every important change in our society, for the good, at least, has taken place because of popular pressure-pressure from below, from the great mass of people.