I Can't Help Thinking That Science Would

No Contact With Savage Indian Tribes Has Ever Daunted Me More Than The Morning I Spent With An Old Lady Swathed In Woolies Who Compared Herself To A Rotten Herring Encased In A Block Of Ice.

Since Music Is The Only Language With The Contradictory Attributes Of Being Intelligible And Untranslatable, The Musical Creator Is A Being Comparable To The Gods, And Music Itself The Supreme Mystery Of The Science Of Man.

Scientific Knowledge Advances Haltingly And Is Stimulated By Contention And Doubt.

The World Began Without Man, And It Will Complete Itself Without Him.

The Musical Emotion Springs Precisely From The Fact That At Each Moment The Composer Withholds Or Adds More Or Less Than The Listener Anticipates On The Basis Of A Pattern That He Thinks He Can Guess, But That He Is Incapable Of Wholly Divining. If The Composer Withholds More Than We Anticipate, We Experience A Delicious Falling Sensation; We Feel We Have Been Torn From A Stable Point On The Musical Ladder And Thrust Into The Void. When The Composer Withholds Less, The Opposite Occurs: He Forces Us To Perform Gymnastic Exercises More Skillful Than Our Own.