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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.
Music is the only sensual pleasure without vice.
Music is the only sensual pleasure without vice.
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.
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 is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and read more
That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and westward, making bright the night.
There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and read more
There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
