Quotations About / On:
The still, sad music of humanity,
(William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey (l. 92). . .
The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.)
Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
(Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990), British author. Clea, in Clea, ch. 1, sct. 4 (1960).)
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l. 106.
Speaking to Hippolyta.)
Imperceptibly the love of these dischords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.
(Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. The Letters of Edgar Allan Poe, letter, December 1, 1835, to Beverly Tucker, ed. John Ward Ostrom (1966).
The poetics of atonality.)
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
(Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet, critic. Little Poems in Prose (Paris Spleen), "A Hemisphere in a Head of Hair," (1857).)
Lovers of painting and lovers of music are people who openly display their preference like a delectable ailment that isolates them and makes them proud.
(Maurice Blanchot (b. 1907), French literary theorist, author. repr. In The Gaze of Orpheus, and Other Literary Essays, ed. P. Adams Sitney (1981). "Reading," The Space of Literature (1955).)
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed aroundthe music and the ideas.
(Bob Dylan [Robert Allen Zimmerman] (b. 1941), U.S. singer, songwriter. Guardian (London, Feb. 13, 1992).)
If you really believe music is dangerous, you should let it go in one ear and out the other.
(José Bergamín (1895-1983), Spanish writer. El cohete y la estrella (The Rocket and the Star), p. 70, Madrid, Biblioteca de Indice (1923).)
Technology is a servant who makes so much noise cleaning up in the next room that his master cannot make music.
(Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian writer. Trans. by Harry Zohn, originally published in Beim Wort genommen (1955). Half-Truths and One-and-a-Half Truths, University of Chicago Press (1990).)
When I listen to the engine of my car, I might say it sounds fine, but it would not occur to me to say "What lovely music!"
(José Bergamín (1895-1983), Spanish writer. El cohete y la estrella (The Rocket and the Star), p. 69, Madrid, Biblioteca de Indice (1923).)