Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to.
When words leave off, music begins.
Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.
Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.
In music the passions enjoy themselves.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
Music is an outburst of the soul.
Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.