We should read music in the same way that an educated adult will read a book: in silence, but imagining the sound.

Often a single experience will open the young soul to music for a whole lifetime

Teach music and singing at school in such a way that it is not a torture but a joy for the pupil; instill a thirst for finer music in him, a thirst which will last for a lifetime.

There is no complete spiritual life without music, for the human soul has regions which can be illuminated only by music.

Let us take our children seriously! Everything else follows from this...only the best is good enough for a child.

Music is nourishment, and a comforting elixir. Music multiplies the beauty of life and all its values.

To teach a child an instrument without first giving him preparatory training and without developing singing, reading and dictating to the highest level along with the playing is to build upon sand.

It is our firm conviction that mankind will live the happier when it has learned to live with music more worthily. Whoever works to promote this end, in one way or another, has not lived in vain.

Real art is one of the most powerful forces in the rise of mankind, and he who renders it accessible to as many people as possible is a benefactor of humanity.

Our age of mechanization leads along a road ending with man himself as a machine. Only the spirit of singing can save us from this fate.

Singing connected with movements and action is a much more ancient, and, at the same time, more complex phenomenon than is a simple song.

Rethink Your Success Mindset: Times are getting tougher. We need tougher mindsets to ensure that we go beyond survive to thrive.

If you have a problem with the Moon in the sky and you are unhappy, change yourself, because the Moon won’t change!

People in real life cuss God out when they're angry. That's all real.

. . . is it to be understood that the principles of the Declaration of Independence bear no relation to half of the human race?

You shouldn't call then anything. They're poor unfortunate people who cannot help the way they look.

In a hollow head there is much room for knowledge.

Many ordinary illnesses are nothing but the expression of a serious dissatisfaction with life.

It's magnificent, but it's not war.

Hunches are not to be sneezed at.

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.