“The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.”

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.

The serious artist must be as open as nature. Nature does not give all of herself in a paragraph. She is rugged and not set apart into discreet categories.

Rhythm is form cut into time.

I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn’t irascible.

When two men in business always agree, one of them is unnecessary.

Poets who are not interested in music are, or become, bad poets.

Poetry must be as well written as prose.

Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

Either move or be moved.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.

Be not cheap or mediocre in desiring.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Use no superfluous word, no adjective, which does not reveal something.

The only history that matters is the history we know.

You don’t play for the crowd, you play for the country.

I’m a little more shy and not comfortable dancing in front of a large crowd.

Since the beginning, it was just the same. The only difference, the crowds are bigger now.

I’m with a crowd but so alone.

We are in danger of destroying ourselves by our greed and stupidity. We cannot remain looking inwards at ourselves on a small and increasingly polluted and overcrowded planet.

Never follow the crowd, go where it’s empty.

To lead an orchestra, you must turn your back on the crowd.

Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.