Quotes
Quotes about Age
Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell.
Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.'
From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. From the enlightenment of music comes the wisdom of... silence.
Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.
Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant on, they don't get it.
Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
After seven years of marriage, I'm sure of two thingsâ first, never wallpaper together, and second, you'll need two bathrooms . . . both for her. The rest is a mystery, but a mystery I love to be involved in.
Nobody reads a mystery to get to the middle. They read it to get to the end. If it's a letdown, they won't buy anymore. The first page sells that book. The last page sells your next book.
All mystics speak the same language, for they come from the same country.
Ah! replied my gentle fair, Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou, whatever suits the line: Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only, call me thine.
Miss: A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Misses (Mrs.) and Mister (Mr.) are the three most distinctly disagreeable words in the language, in sound and sense. Two are corruptions of Mistress, the other of Master. If we must have them, let us be consistent and give one to the unmarried man. I venture to suggest Mush, abbreviated to MH.
Old age is . . . a lot of crossed off names in an address book.
If nations could only depend upon fair and impartial judgments in a world court of law, they would abandon the senseless, savage practice of war.
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of her language.
Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors.
I love little children too but I don't cut off their heads and stick them in vases. http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.
Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life.
