An artist conscientiously moves in a direction which for some good reason he takes, putting one work in front of the other with the hope he'll arrive before death overtakes him.

We are involved in a life that passes understanding and our highest business is our daily life.

If this word "music" is sacred and reserved for eighteenth and nineteenth century instruments, we can substitute a more meaningful term: organization of sound.

We need not destroy the past. It is gone.

Value judgments are destructive to our proper business, which is curiosity and awareness.

Beware of losing what isn't in your head.

Music is edifying, for from time to time it sets the soul in operation.