Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.

The purpose of music is to sober and quiet the mind, thus making it susceptible to divine influences.

All God's religions ... have not been able to put mankind back together again.

Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not posses it) and thus need not fear its loss.

College: two hundred people reading the same book. An obvious mistake. Two hundred people can read two hundred books.

Which is more musical, a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school? Are the people inside the school musical and the ones outside unmusical? What if the ones inside can't hear very well, would that change my question?

There's no such thing as silence. Something is always happening that makes a sound.