Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.
I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.
All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. It is not the violins and the cornets-it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza-nor that of the women's chorus; it is nearer and farther than they.