The music is in the air. Take as much as you want.

An Englishman will take you into a large room, beautifully proportioned, and will point out to you that it is white- all over white- and somebody will say what exquisite taste. You know in your own mind, in your own soul, that it is not taste at all˘that is the want of taste˘that is mere evasion. English music is white and evades everything.

It is curious to be treated by the old-fashioned people as a criminal because my thoughts and ways are beyond them.

The Spirit of God is not something less than God, - it is God.

The music is in the air. Take as much as you want.

English music is white - it evades everything.

My idea is that there is music in the air, music all around us; the world is full of it, and you simply take as much as you require.