Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore.

Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore.

And hears thy stormy music in the drum!

And hears thy stormy music in the drum!

The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, read more

The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, 'Yes.' And 'Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?" My answer to that would be, 'No.'

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

Life is a song. Love is the music.

Life is a song. Love is the music.

When I speak of the gifted listener, I am thinking of the nonmusician primarily, of the listener who intends to read more

When I speak of the gifted listener, I am thinking of the nonmusician primarily, of the listener who intends to retain his amateur status. It is the thought of just such a listener that excites the composer in me.

The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each read more

The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other is by music.

Composers shouldn't think too much - it interferes with their plagiarism.

Composers shouldn't think too much - it interferes with their plagiarism.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.