There Are Only Two Things Worth Aiming

Our Spirit Of Life Is Not Identical With That Of Our Ancestors, And Therefore Their Music, Even If Restored With Utter Technical Perfections, Can Never Have To Us Precisely The Same Meaning It Had For Them. We Cannot Tear Down The Barricade That Separates The Present World From Things And Deeds Past.

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.

Music Is Meaningless Noise Unless It Touches A Receiving Mind.

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

There Are Only Twelve Tones And They Need To Be Treated Carefully.