Einstein said that "the most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious." So why do so many of us try to explain the beauty of music, thus depriving it of its mystery?

I have two answers to everything and one answer to nothing.

I'm no longer quite sure what the question is, but I do know that the answer is Yes.

In the olden days, everybody sang. You were expected to sing as well as talk. It was a mark of the cultured man to sing.

Our most emotionally active life is lived in our dreams, and our cells renew themselves most industriously in sleep. We reach highest in meditation, and farthest in prayer. In stillness every human being is great; he is free from the experience of hostility; he is a poet, and most like an angel.

Life without music is unthinkable. Life without music is academic. That is why my contact with music is a total embrace.

The most difficult instrument to play in the orchestra is second fiddle.