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There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
We consider that any man who can fiddle all through one of those Virginia Reels without losing his grip, may read more
We consider that any man who can fiddle all through one of those Virginia Reels without losing his grip, may be depended upon in any kind of musical emergency.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.
Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to read more
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.