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 must rank as the highest of the arts -- more than any other, it ministers to human welfare.

Music must rank as the highest of the arts -- more than any other, it ministers to human welfare.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.

Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.

The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.

The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

And hears thy stormy music in the drum!

And hears thy stormy music in the drum!

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Unattributed Author,