They are universal places, like churches, hallowed meeting places of all mankind.

Art and morality are, with certain provisos…one. Their essence is the same. The essence of both of them is love. Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

We defend ourselves by descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.

Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.

The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.