Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
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.
One (practitioner of science) is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, whether it hides in a snail's eye or within the light that impinges on that delicate organ.
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.
Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities.
Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.
It is a myth, not a mandate, a fable not a logic, and symbol rather than a reason by which men are moved.
It is a myth, not a mandate, a fable not a logic, and symbol rather than a reason by which men are moved.
The dogma of woman's complete historical subjection to men must be rated as one of the most fantastic myths ever created by the human mind.
When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing union begins anew . . .
A good name, like good will, is got by many actions and lost by one.
To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name.
And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know. "Only Brooks of Sheffield," said Mr. Murdstone. I was glad to find it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for at first I really thought that it was I.
Above any Greek or Roman name.
Miss: A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Misses (Mrs.) and Mister (Mr.) are the three most distinctly disagreeable words in the language, in sound and sense. Two are corruptions of Mistress, the other of Master. If we must have them, let us be consistent and give one to the unmarried man. I venture to suggest Mush, abbreviated to MH.
In England, I'm a horror movie director. In Germany, I'm a filmmaker. In the United States, I'm a bum.
A good name, like good will, is attained by many actions and may be lost by one.
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.
In England, I'm a horror movie director. In Germany, I'm a filmmaker. In the US, I'm a bum.