Music Is Not A Science Any More

The Heart Of Silver Falls Ever Into The Hands Of Brass. The Sensitive Herb Is Eaten As Grass By The Swine.

[on Christianity:] Its Lip-service And Its Empty Rites Have Made It The Easiest Of All Tasks For The Usurer To Cloak His Cruelties, The Miser To Hide His Avarice, The Lawyer To Condone His Lies, The Sinner Of All Social Sins To Purchase The Social Immunity From Them By Outward Deference To Churches.

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.

Take Hope From The Heart Of Man, And You Make Him A Beast Of Prey.

A Great Love Is An Absolute Isolation And An Absolute Absorption.