For the rhapsode ought to interpret the mind of the poet to his hearers, but how can he interpret him well unless he knows what he means?
As the builders say, the larger stones do not lie well without the lesser.
Rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men.
And if we are good, we are beneficent: for all good things are beneficial. Are they not?
The affairs of music ought, somehow, to terminate in the love of the beautiful.
It is our duty to select the best and most dependable theory that human intelligence can supply, and use it as a raft to ride the seas of life.