Music

Let us read and let us dance—two amusements that will never do any harm to the world.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music and silence.

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is god, just, and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, but never less, dazzling, passionate, and eternal form.

Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.

Music then is simply the result of the effects of Love on rhythm and harmony.

I would teach children music, physics, and philosophy; but most importantly music, for the patterns in music and all the arts are the keys to learning.

Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody.

The spirituals and the blues were not created out of sweet deceit. Spirituals and blues contain sublimated bitterness and humility, pathos and bewilderment.

As a form, the blues is an autobiographical chronicle of personal catastrophe expressed lyrically.

When we sing the blues, we’re singing out our hearts, we’re singing out our feelings. Maybe we’re hurt and just can’t answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues.

They’ve laughed to shield their crying then shuffled through the dreams and stepped ’n fetched a country to write the blues with screams.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Who hears music, feels his solitude Peopled at once.

Music is only love looking for words.

Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.

Jazz is the music of the body.

Nothing is capable of being well set to music that is not nonsense.

An unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.

Laughter … the most civilized music in the world.

Music is feeling, then, not sound.

Politics in the middle of things that concern the imagination are like a pistol-shot in the middle of a concert.

Music, when soft voices die,