If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even a s Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure. Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together.
Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear, Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear.
The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular?âDavid Sarnoff's associates in response to his urgings for investment in the radio in the 1920s.
We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out.âDecca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts touch them but lightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
We keep the day. With festal cheer, With books and music, surely we Will drink to him, whate'er he be, And sing the songs he loved to hear.
A film isâor should beâmore like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings.
To me gender is not physical at all, but is altogether insubstantial. It is soul, perhaps, it is talent, it is taste, it is environment, it is how one feels, it is light and shade, it is inner music. . .
Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
Goths tend to be rather pacifistic, so to associate all Goths with violence because some of them are into heavy metal music is illogical. It makes just as much sense to reason like this: some nuns like soccer; violence sometimes occurs at soccer matches; therefore, nuns tend to be violent.
There is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion.
Music is an agreeable harmony for the honor of God and the permissible delights of the soul.
Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent.
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise: I strain too much this string of life, belike, Meaning to make such music as shall save. Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth, My strength is waned now that my need is most; Would that I had such help as man must have, For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.
You know what rock musicians are? They are hung up, neurotic, over-weight hippies with sex problems.
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh. And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous. By'r Lady, he is a good musician.
Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed.
A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.
The true musician is to bring light into people's hearts.