And wouldn't it be pleasant, really, if they could all cross the winning-line together?
Who really enjoys beating anybody--if he sees the beaten man's face?
The only way we can enjoy getting ahead of other people nowadays is by forgetting what the other people feel.
And that," he added, "is nothing of what the music meant to me.

You see, if I keep talking about what it didn't mean I can keep from telling you what it did mean." "Didn't it mean courage to you, too--a little ?" she asked.

"Triumph and praise were in it, and somehow those things mean courage to me." "Yes, they were all there," Bibbs said.

"I don't know the name of what he played, but I shouldn't think it would matter much.

The man that makes the music must leave it to you what it can mean to you, and the name he puts to it can't make much difference--except to himself and people very much like him, I suppose." "I suppose that's true, though I'd never thought of it like that." "I imagine music must make feelings and paint pictures in the minds of the people who hear it," Bibbs went on, musingly, "according to their own natures as much as according to the music itself.