Music And Love Are The Wings Of

In My Opinion, The Trombone Is The True Head Of The Family Of Wind Instruments, Which I Have Named The 'epic' One. It Possesses Nobility And Grandeur To The Highest Degree; It Has All The Serious And Powerful Tones Of Sublime Musical Poetry, From Religious, Calm And Imposing Accents To Savage, Orgiastic Outburst. Directed By The Will Of The Master, The Trombones Can Chant Like A Choir Of Priests, Threaten, Utter Gloomy Sighs, A Mournful Lament, Or A Bright Hymn Of Glory; They Can Break Forth Into Awe-inspiring Cries And Awaken The Dead Or Doom The Living With Their Fearful Voices.

If Men Of Genius Only Knew What Love Their Works Inspire!

Which Of The Two Powers, Love Or Music, Can Elevate Man To The Sublimest Heights? ... It Is A Problem, And Yet It Seems To Me That This Is The Answer: 'love Can Give No Idea Of Music; Music Can Give An Idea Of Love.' ... Why Separate Them? They Are Two Wings Of The Soul.

A Feeble Mind, Conscious Of Its Own Feebleness, Grows Feeble Under That Very Consciousness. As Soon As The Power Of Fear Becomes Known To It, There Follows The Fear Of Fear, And, On The First Perturbation, Reason Abandons It.

Bach Is Bach Just As God Is God.