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.
There are only twelve tones and they need to be treated carefully.
People who make music together cannot be enemies, at least while the music lasts.
Music is meaningless noise unless it touches a receiving mind.
My God, how can anyone ever be a master of music?
There are only two things worth aiming for, good music and a clean conscience.