Music is not a science any more than poetry is. It is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds.
OuidaThe bread of bitterness is the food on which men grow to their fullest stature; the waters of bitterness are the debatable ford through which they reach the shores of wisdom; the ashes boldly grasped and eaten without faltering are the price that must be paid for the golden fruit of knowledge.
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