Awards are merely the badges of mediocrity.
The fabric of existence weaves itself whole.
Every great inspiration is but an experiment.
Vagueness is at times an indication of nearness to a perfect truth.
You cannot set art off in a corner and hope for it to have vitality, reality, and substance.
In 'thinking up' music I usually have some kind of a brass band with wings on it in back of my mind.
If a composer has a nice wife and some nice children, how can he let the children starve on his dissonances?
It is conceivable that what is unified form to the author or composer may of necessity be formless to his audience.
One thing I am certain of is that, if I have done anything good in music, it was, first, because of my father, and second, because of my wife.
If a poet knows more about a horse than he does about heaven, he might better stick to the horse, and some day the horse may carry him into heaven.