
“She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.”
"The Birthmark" from Mosses from an Old Manse (1846)
March 26, 2006 - PunkTv Interview
“She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.”
"The Birthmark" from Mosses from an Old Manse (1846)
[Beecham admitted to Neville Cardus that he had made this up on the spur of the moment to satisfy an importunate journalist; he acknowledged that it was an oversimplification. (Neville Cardus: 'Sir Thomas Beecham, A Memoir', 1961)]
What is Religion? (1893)
Context: Before I say anything on my own account, I want to take the word Christianity back to Christ himself, back to that mighty heart whose pulse seems to throb through the world to-day, that endless fountain of charity out of which I believe has come all true progress and all civilization that deserves the name. As a woman I do not wish to dwell upon any trait of exclusiveness in the letter which belongs to a time when such exclusiveness perhaps could not be helped, and which may have been put in where it was not expressed. I go back to that great Spirit which contemplated a sacrifice for the whole of humanity. That sacrifice is not one of exclusion, but of an infinite and endless and joyous inclusion. And I thank God for it.
“No piano, no pupils! Such is the spirit of this country -- Music and Steam!”
First Journal of Travel (1840)
Context: They [Sisters of Charity in Frederick] excel in music, which is an indispensable thing in this country, even for the poor. No piano, no pupils! Such is the spirit of this country -- Music and Steam!
“The wounds of the spirit heal and leave no scars.”
“When words leave off, music begins.”
As quoted in Peter's Quotations : Ideas for Our Time (1977) by Laurence J. Peter, p. 343
“With TV, came the icon, the inclusive image, the inclusive political posture or stance.”
Source: 1990s and beyond, The Book of Probes : Marshall McLuhan (2011), p. 191
Peter Quince at the Clavier (1915)
Context: Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music.
“Leave off wishing to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking that anyone can ever become grateful.”
Desine de quoquam quicquam bene velle mereri,
Aut aliquem fieri posse putare pium.
LXXIII, lines 1–2
Carmina