| Author |
Quotes |
| Tommy Lee | When I was a little kid, I took tap and ballet. I've always loved to dance. I'm a rhythm machine. |
| Victor Hugo | Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. |
| Will Rogers | See what will happen if you don't stop biting your fingernails? |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Music is the universal language of mankind. |
| Henry David Thoreau | If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. |
| Joseph Addison | Music religious heat inspires, It wakes the soul, and lifts it high, And wings it with sublime desires, And fits it to bespeak the Deity. |
| Mark Twain | Wagner's music is better than it sounds. |
| Mark Twain | 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. |
| Oscar Wilde | Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays. |
| Oscar Wilde | Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly deaf. |
| Oscar Wilde | Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays. |
| Oscar Wilde | Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory. |
| Samuel Butler | Her voice, the music of the spheres, So loud, it deafens mortals' ears, As wise philosophers have thought, And that's the cause we hear it not. |
| Samuel Butler | For discords make the sweetest airs. |
| Samuel Johnson | Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable. |
| Samuel Johnson | Music is the only sensual pleasure without vice. |
| Thomas Carlyle | Music is well said to be the speech of angels. |
| Unattributed Author | But Bellenden we needs must praise, Who as down the stairs she jumps Sings o'er the hill and far away, Despising doleful dumps. - Unattributed Author, |
| Unattributed Author | 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, |
| William Wordsworth | I listened, motionless and still, And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. |
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