The Fabric Of Existence Weaves Itself Whole.

The Word 'beauty' Is As Easy To Use As The Word 'degenerate.' Both Come In Handy When One Does Or Does Not Agree With You

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.

Stand Up And Take Your Dissonance Like A Man.

In 'thinking Up' Music I Usually Have Some Kind Of A Brass Band With Wings On It In Back Of My Mind.