Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears.

Any subject is good for opera if the composer feels it so intently he must sing it out.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears.

Love is born of faith, lives on hope, and dies of charity.

Love, which, in concert with Abstinence, established Faith, and which, along with Patience, builds up Chastity, is like the columns that sustain the four corners of a house. For it was that same Love which planted a glorious garden redolent with precious herbs and noble flowers-roses and lilies-which breathed forth a wondrous fragrance, that garden on which the true Solomon was accustomed to feast his eyes.

A man only becomes wise when he begins to calculate the approximate depth of his ignorance.