Harmony (n.) arises from keynote, third and fifth only if each note is allowed its own free sound.
Harmony (n.) seems degraded when traced back to number — yet the count of vibrations remains the basis of every note we hear as simple.
Harmony (n.) is to melody what the skeleton is to the body: it forbids only the wrong postures and gives the right ones their security.
Harmony (n.) emerges when notes climbing step by step from the keynote suddenly yield a surprising accord, a return no previous step hinted at — an action at a distance.
Harmony (n.) does not belong to the notes by nature as limbs belong to a body; it comes from a third party and exists only for a third party.
Harmony (n.) of weak colours is a sweet flattery in which no colour suppresses another and none emerges — insignificant faces get insignificant colour.
Harmony (n.) of the ethical world carries the germ of its own destruction — its beautiful tranquillity is both the unconscious calm of Nature and the restless calm of Spirit.