I Don't Write Music For Sissy Ears.

All Melodious Poets Shall Be Hoarse As Street Ballads, When Once The Penetrating Keynote Of Nature And Spirit Is Sounded-the Earth-beat, Sea-beat, Heart-beat, Which Make The Tune To Which The Sun Rolls, And The Globule Of Blood And The Sap Of The Trees.

If A Poet Knows More About A Horse Than He Does About Heaven, He Might Better Stick To The Horse, And Some Day The Horse May Carry Him Into Heaven.

Is Not Beauty In Music Too Often Confused With Something Which Lets The Ears Lie Back In An Easy Chair?

Stand Up And Take Your Dissonance Like A Man.

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