Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
—Langston Hughes
It should be one’s sole endeavor
to see everything afresh and
create it anew.
—Gustav Mahler
Music: breathing of statues.
Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language
where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of
mortal hearts.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
[Art] signifies the more because
it does spring so wholly out of its
place, and the sap has run up into it
as into a tree.
—Eudora Welty
This will be our reply to violence:
to make music more intensely,
more beautifully, more devotedly
than ever before.
—Leonard Bernstein
Color is the key. The eye
is the hammer. The soul is
the piano with its many chords.
The artist is the hand that,
by touching this or that key,
sets the soul vibrating
automatically.
—Wassily Kandinsky