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.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

We consider that any man who can fiddle all through one of those Virginia Reels without losing his grip, may read more

We consider that any man who can fiddle all through one of those Virginia Reels without losing his grip, may be depended upon in any kind of musical emergency.

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

Secretly, I wanted to look like Jimi Hendrix, but I could never quite pull it off.

Secretly, I wanted to look like Jimi Hendrix, but I could never quite pull it off.

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.

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?

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.