If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC
If I had to live my life again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.
I think that fashion and music go hand-in-hand, and they always should. It’s the artist’s job to create imagery that matches the music – something powerful that will really grab the audience and create a memorable impression.
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
I happened to come along in the music business when there was no trend.
I conclude that musical notes and rhythm were first acquired by the male or female progenitors of mankind for the sake of charming the opposite sex.
History doesn’t repeat itself, but it harmonizes, and what it usually makes is the devil’s music.
Hell is full of musical amateurs.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
He plays difficult music, but it does not appear to be so; indeed, it seems as if one could easily do the same, and this is real talent.
By means of music the very passions enjoy themselves.[Vermöge der Musik geniessen sich die Leidenschaften selbst.]
Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we – I mean all human beings – are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
