Sure There Is Music Even In The Beauty, And The Silent Note Which Cupid Strikes, Far Sweeter Than The Sound Of An Instrument. For There Is Music Wherever There Is Harmony, Order And Proportion; And Thus Far We May Maintain The Music Of The Spheres; For Those Well Ordered Motions, And Regular Paces, Though They Give No Sound Unto The Ear, Yet To The Understanding They Strike A Note Most Full Of Harmony. ~ Sir Thomas Browne There Is Nothing More Notable In Socrates Than That He Found Time, When He Was An Old Man, To Learn Music And Dancing, And Thought It Time Well Spent. ~ Michel de Montaigne There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods, There Is Rapture In The Lonely Shore, There Is Society Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More. ~ George Gordon Byron It Requires Wisdom To Understand Wisdom The Music Is Nothing If The Audience Is Deaf. ~ Walter Lippmann How Good Bad Music And Bad Reasons Sound When We March Against An Enemy. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche If A Man Does Not Keep Pace With His Companions, Perhaps It Is Because He Hears A Different Drummer. Let Him Step To The Music Which He Hears, However Measured Or Far Away. ~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden, Conclusion, 1854 If A Man Does Not Keep Pace With His Companions, Perhaps It Is Because He Hears A Different Drummer. Let Him Step To The Music He Hears, How Ever Measured Or Far Away. ~ Henry David Thoreau Making Music Should Not Be Left To The Professionals. ~ Michelle Shocked We Are The Music Makers, And We Are The Dreamers Of Dreams. ~ Roald Dahl The Human Language Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Beat Out A Tune For A Dancing Bear, When We Hope With Our Music To Move The Stars. ~ Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOE Unbearably Lovely Music Is Heard As The Curtain Rises, And We See The Woods On A Summer Afternoon. A Fawn Dances On And Nibbles Slowly At Some Leaves. He Drifts Lazily Through The Soft Foliage. Soon He Starts Coughing And Drops Dead. ~ Woody Allen, Without Feathers Through And Through The World Is Infested With Quantity. To Talk Sense Is To Talk Quantities, It Is No Use Saying The Nation Is Large- How Large? It Is No Use S Aying That Radium Is Scarce- How Scarce? You Can Not Evade Quantity. You May Fly To Poetry And Music And Quantity And Number Will Face You In Your Rhythms And Your Octaves. ~ Alfred North Whitehead
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