If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.
― John F. Kennedy
The melodic curves of speech are an expression of the complete organism and of all phases of its spiritual activities. They demonstrate whether a man is stupid or intelligent, sleepy or awake, tired or alert. They tell us whether he is a child or an old man, whether it is morning or evening, light or darkness, heat or frost, and disclose whether a person is alone or in company. The art of dramatic writing is to compose a melodic curve that will, as if by magic, reveal immediately a human being in one definite phase of his existence.
- Leoš Janáček: Letters and Reminiscences
Simplicity and truth are the sole principles of the beautiful in art.
- Christoph Willibald Gluck
If I had influence over the minds of the people of Canada, any power over their intellect, I would leave them this legacy: ‘Whatever you do, adhere to the Union. We are a great country, and shall become one of the greatest in the universe if we preserve it; we shall sink into insignificance and adversity if we suffer it to be broken.'
- Sir John A. Macdonald
Always be smarter than the people who hire you.
- Lena Horne
I'm the only instrument that's got the words, so I've got to be able to get that across.
- Rosemary Clooney
Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.
- Jimi Hendrix
Say it loud and there’s music playing! Say it soft, and it’s almost like praying . . .
- Stephen Sondheim
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
―Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
- Henry James