The Fabric Of Existence Weaves Itself Whole.

Music Is One Of The Ways That God Has Of Beating In On Man.

Expression, To A Great Extent, Is A Matter Of Terms, And Terms Are Anyone's.

You Cannot Set Art Off In A Corner And Hope For It To Have Vitality, Reality, And Substance.

A Song Has A Few Rights The Same As Ordinary Citizens... If It Happens To Feel Like Flying Where Humans Cannot Fly... To Scale Mountains That Are Not There, Who Shall Stop It?

In Some Century To Come, When The School Children Will Whistle Popular Tunes In Quarter-tones--when The Diatonic Scale Will Be As Obsolete As The Pentatonic Is Now--perhaps Then These Borderland Experiences May Be Both Easily Expressed And Readily Recognized. But Maybe Music Was Not Intended To Satisfy The Curious Definiteness Of Man. Maybe It Is Better To Hope That Music May Always Be Transcendental Language In The Most Extravagant Sense