Until I Die There Will Be Sounds.

I Was Shocked At College To See One Hundred Of My Classmates In The Library All Reading Copies Of The Same Book. Instead Of Doing As They Did, I Went Into The Stacks And Read The First Book Written By An Author Whose Name Began With Z. I Received The Highest Grade In The Class. That Convinced Me That The Institution Was Not Being Run Correctly. I Left.

We Are Simple-minded Enough To Think That If We Were Saying Something We Would Use Words. We Are Rather Doing Something. The Meaning Of What We Do Is Determined By Each One Who Sees And Hears It.

There Will Always Be Critics Eager To Fashion Opinions For The Lazy And Incapable.

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.

Music Is Edifying, For From Time To Time It Sets The Soul In Operation.