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?

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.

Music is love in search of a word.

Music is love in search of a word.

I'm saddest when I sing.

I'm saddest when I sing.

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.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to read more

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

Mozart is sweet sunshine.

Mozart is sweet sunshine.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent