Next to music beer was best.
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.
Without music, life would be a blank to me.
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.
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.
There is something suspicious about music, gentlemen. I insist that she is, by her nature, equivocal. I shall not be going too far in saying at once that she is politically suspect.
The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
