America, the country of my heart, my second home.
Intellectual isolation always follows commercial isolation.
Rhythm is the pulse of music.
Change follows change in us, almost without transition; we pass from blissful rapture to sobbing woe; a single step divides our sublimest ecstasies from the darkest depth of spiritual despondency.
Music is the only art that actually lives.
I am inclined to believe that some music, like certain poetry, finds its appeal and way to all.