A bell is no bell 'til you ring it; A song is no song 'til you sing it; And love in your heart; Wasn't put there to stay; Love isn't love; 'Til you give it away;
__Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music, "You Are Sixteen (Reprise)"
Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting; The appetite may sicken, and so die; That strain again! it had a dying fall:; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound; That breathes upon a bank of violets; Stealing and giving odour!;
I think sometimes could I only have music on my own terms, could I live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wished the ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a medicine.
__Ralph Waldo Emerson