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.

Children must receive music instruction as naturally as food, with as much pleasure as they derive from a ball game, and this must happen from the beginning of their lives.

The second fiddle. I can get plenty of first violinists, but to find someone who can play the second fiddle with enthusiasm

Music, because of its specific and far-reaching metaphorical powers, can name the unnamable and communicate the unknowable.

You can sit there, tense and worried, freezing the creative energies, or you can start writing something. It doesn't matter what. In five or ten minutes, the imagination will heat, the tightness will fade, and a certain spirit and rhythm will take over.

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

Music, of all the arts, stands in a special region, unlit by any star but its own, and utterly without meaning ... except its own.