Music can noble hints impart, engender fury, kindle love, with unsuspected eloquence can move and manage all the man with secret art.
Music is the only sensual gratification in which mankind may indulge to excess without injury to their moral or religious feelings.
Music wakes the soul, and lifts it high, and wings it with sublime desires, and fits it to bespeak the Deity.
Almost all my tragedies were sketched in my mind, either in the act of hearing music, or a few hours after.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life. Although the spirit be not master of that which it creates through music, yet it is blessed in this creation, which, like every creation of art, is mightier than the artist.
In the germ, when the first trace of life begins to stir, music is the nurse of the soul; it murmurs in the ear, and the child sleeps; the tones are companions of his dreams,—they are the world in which he lives.
It calls in my spirits, composes my thoughts, delights my ear, recreates my mind, and so not only fits me for after business, but fills my heart, at the present, with pure and useful thoughts; so that when the music sounds the sweetliest in my ears, truth commonly flows the clearest into my mind.
Music is the fourth great material want of our nature,—first food, then raiment, then shelter, then music.
Among the instrumentalities of love and peace, surely there can be no sweeter, softer, more effective voice than that of gentle peace-breathing music.
Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies. It wanders perturbedly through the halls and galleries of the memory, and is often heard again, distinct and living, as when it first displaced the wavelets of the air.
The meaning of song goes deep. Who is there that, in logical words, can express the effect music has on us? A kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech, which leads us to the edge of the infinite, and lets us for moments gaze into that!
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
Music is the language of praise; and one of the most essential preparations for eternity is delight in praising God; a higher acquirement, I do think, than even delight and devotedness in prayer.
Music is the child of prayer, the companion of religion.
Music is a prophecy of what life is to be; the rainbow of promise translated out of seeing into hearing.
The best sort of music is what it should be—sacred; the next best, the military, has fallen to the lot of the devil.
Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, to soften rocks, and bend the knotted oak.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
The highest graces of music flow from the feelings of the heart.
The direct relation of music is not to ideas, but to emotions—in the works of its greatest masters, it is more marvelous, more mysterious than poetry.
Music, in the best sense, does not require novelty; nay, the older it is, and the more we are accustomed to it, the greater its effect.
A good ear for music, and a taste for music are two very different things which are often confounded; and so is comprehending and enjoying every object of sense and sentiment.
There is something marvelous in music. I might almost say it is, in itself, a marvel. Its position is somewhere between the region of thought and that of phenomena; a glimmering medium between mind and matter, related to both and yet differing from either. Spiritual, and yet requiring rhythm; material, and yet independent of space.
Of all the arts beneath the heaven that man has found or God has given, none draws the soul so sweet away, as music's melting, mystic lay; slight emblem of the bliss above, it soothes the spirit all to love.
Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.
Let me have music dying, and I seek no more delight.
We love music for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings it can summon at a touch.
Music moves us, and we know not why; we feel the tears, but cannot trace their source. Is it the language of some other state, born of its memory? For what can wake the soul's strong instinct of another world like music?
Yea, music is the prophet's art; among the gifts that God hath sent, one of the most magnificent.
Music is the art of the prophets, the only art that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.
Next to theology I give to music the highest place and honor. And we see how David and all the saints have wrought their godly thoughts into verse, rhyme, and song.
Music is a discipline, and a mistress of order and good manners, she makes the people milder and gentler, more moral and more reasonable.
Music is one of the fairest and most glorious gifts of God, to which Satan is a bitter enemy, for it removes from the heart the weight of sorrow, and the fascination of evil thoughts.
Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world one note of the divine concord which the entire universe is destined one day to sound.
Through every pulse the music stole, and held sublime communion with the soul; wrung from the coyest breast the imprisoned sigh, and kindled rapture in the coldest eye.
Music, of all the liberal arts, has the greatest influence over the passions, and is that to which the legislator ought to give the greatest encouragement.
Music resembles poetry; in each are numerous graces which no methods teach, and which a master hand alone can reach.
It is in learning music that many youthful hearts learn to love.
Music is the only one of the fine arts in which not only man, but all other animals, have a common property,— mice and elephants, spiders and birds.
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind oppress, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
The man that hath not music in himself, and is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; let no man trust him.
Preposterous ass! that never read so far to know the cause why music was ordained! was it not to refresh the mind of man, after his studies, or his usual pain?
The lines of poetry, the periods of prose, and even the texts of Scripture most frequently recollected and quoted, are those which are felt to be preeminently musical.
All musical people seem to be happy; it is to them the engrossing pursuit; almost the only innocent and unpunished passion.
Both music and painting add a spirit to devotion, and elevate the ardor.
Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong.
Some of the fathers went so far as to esteem the love of music a sign of predestination, as a thing divine, and reserved for the felicities of heaven itself.
Explain it as we may, a martial strain will urge a man into the front rank of battle sooner than an argument, and a fine anthem excite his devotion more certainly than a logical discourse.
Lord, what music hast thou provided for thy saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth!