Music Is Meaningless Noise Unless

There Are Only Two Things Worth Aiming For, Good Music And A Clean Conscience.

Music, As Long As It Exists, Will Always Take Its Departure From The Major Triad And Return To It. The Musician Cannot Escape It Any More Than The Painter His Primary Colors Or The Architect His Three Dimensions.

The Reactions Music Evokes Are Not Feelings, But They Are The Images, Memories Of Feelings.

Your Task It Is, Amid Confusion, Rush, And Noise, To Grasp The Lasting, Calm And Meaningful, And Finding It Anew, To Hold And Treasure It.

People Who Make Music Together Cannot Be Enemies, At Least While The Music Lasts.