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The Gift Of Imagination Is By No Means An Exclusive Property Of The Artist; It Is A Gift We All Share; To Some Degree Or Other All Of Us, All Of You, Are Endowed With The Powers Of Fantasy.

What [louis Armstrong] Does Is Real, And True, And Honest, And Simple, And Even Noble. Every Time This Man Puts His Trumpet To His Lips, Even If Only To Practice Three Notes, He Does It With His Whole Soul.

Music, Of All The Arts, Stands In A Special Region, Unlit By Any Star But Its Own, And Utterly Without Meaning ... Except Its Own.

It Is Hard To Think Of Another Composer Who So Perfectly Marries Form And Passion.

The Rhapsody Is Not A Composition At All. It's A String Of Separate Paragraphs Stuck Together - With A Thin Paste Of Flour And Water... I Don't Think There Has Been Such An Inspired Melodist On This Earth Since Tchaikovsky... But If You Want To Speak Of A Composer, That's Another Matter.