Music is a cry of the soul.
It is a revelation,
a thing to be reverenced...
an initiation into the mysteries
of the human soul.

This is an age of anarchy in art:
there is no authority, no standard,
no sense of proportion.
Anybody can do anything
and call it "art"
in the certain expectation
of making a crowd of idiots
stand and stare at him
in gaping astonishment and admiration.

Great men must be denied
	(-vement is founded on denial—
	denial of harmony, of coherence,
	of intellectual lucidity
	and spiritual content
	—denial of music, in fact)
and great achievements scoffed at
in order that the little ones
become conspicuous.

Genius is not a mushroom growth.
Inspiration does not come
without hard work
any more than a crop of corn.
There is no short cut to glory.