There are only twelve tones and they need to be treated carefully.
Music is meaningless noise unless it touches a receiving mind.
People who make music together cannot be enemies, at least while the music lasts.
There are only two things worth aiming for, good music and a clean conscience.
Music, as long as it exists, will always take its departure from the major triad and return to it. The musician cannot escape it any more than the painter his primary colors or the architect his three dimensions.
My God, how can anyone ever be a master of music?