Without music, life would be a blank to me.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
Next to music beer was best.
Music is never about music. If it was, we’d be writing songs about guitars. But we don’t. We write songs about women. Women will crush you, you know? I suppose everybody hurts everybody, but women always seem to get back up, you ever notice that? Women are always still standing.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
All voices, all goals, all yearnings, all suffering, all pleasure, all that was good and evil, all of this together was the world. All of it together was the flow of events, was the music of life.
You are the music while the music lasts.
Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.
Without music life would be a mistake.[Ohne Musik wäre das Leben ein Irrthum.]
When everything else fails – music remains.
We think we understand a song’s lyrics, but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music.
Two musicians could play the same notes and sound entirely different. Intonation was everything.
