Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you play the stereo at max volume, it's almost like the other people can't see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow.

Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens.

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.