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I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.'
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all read more
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than read more
And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument;
for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or
proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the
spheres.
A good listener tries to understand thoroughly what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, read more
A good listener tries to understand thoroughly what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but before he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with. - Guide to Good Leadership.
From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. read more
From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. From the enlightenment of music comes the wisdom of... silence.
Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore.
Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore.
Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.
Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.