Music inflames temperament.

Music inflames temperament.

Mozart is sweet sunshine.

Mozart is sweet sunshine.

Work is a four-letter word.

Work is a four-letter word.

Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't read more

Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't.

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.

Everything will past, and the world will perish but the Ninth
Symphony will remain.

Everything will past, and the world will perish but the Ninth
Symphony will remain.

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to read more

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.