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When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of read more
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants read more
A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants to hear about that all the time.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If music be the food of love, play on.
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.
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.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
