May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.

May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

I've outdone anyone you can name -- Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss. Irving Berlin, he wrote 1,001 tunes. I wrote 5,500.

I've outdone anyone you can name -- Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss. Irving Berlin, he wrote 1,001 tunes. I wrote 5,500.

I don't believe in having bands for solo records.

I don't believe in having bands for solo records.

Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.

Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.

The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more

The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.

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.

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.

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.