We Need Not Destroy The Past. It

If This Word "music" Is Sacred And Reserved For Eighteenth And Nineteenth Century Instruments, We Can Substitute A More Meaningful Term: Organization Of Sound.

Music Is A Means Of Rapid Transportation.

Our Poetry Now Is The Realization That We Possess Nothing. Anything Therefore Is A Delight (since We Do Not Posses It) And Thus Need Not Fear Its Loss.

Discord Occasions A Momentary Distress To The Ear, Which Remains Unsatisfied, And Even Uneasy, Until It Hears Something Better. I Am Convinced...that Provided The Ear Be At Length Made Amends, There Are Few Dissonances Too Strong For It. Disharmony, To Paraphrase Bergson's Statement About Disorder, Is Simply A Harmony To Which Many Are Unaccustomed.

Where Does Beauty Begin? Where Does It End? Where It Ends Is Where The Artist Begins.