The observation is often made that political conservatives do not have anything much to say about the arts, but that is not the whole truth.
Revolution has been the slogan and banner for generations of creative idealists. But they seem more concerned with a love of transgression than of life.
Counterpoint in music is like rhyme in poetry: it holds disparate things together in a unity, and at the same time it shows that unity is not simple but composed.
All the concrete, busy activity leading up to the performance is not the music, but only its production apparatus.
The hero of Robert Reilly’s generous and beautifully written book is beauty.
The sort of art that lives eternally is that which captures astonishing, spine-chilling, breathtaking, transforming beauty.
Engagement with the riches of a culture is a learning process which develops our capacity to make value judgments.
The search for spirituality seems ubiquitous these days, but is it transcendent of anything?
Can the recovery of music be, at least partially, a product of faith?
One can be modern without being avant-garde, without lapsing into sound effects.