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

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

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 wine that fills the cup of silence.