mUsIc iS mY SouL. . ..

  I do not believe in the kind of art

which has not forced its way

out through man's need to open his heart—all art,

literature as well as music, must be created with one's heart's blood.

 

Music is the pleasure the human soul experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting

I sometimes think the gods have united human beings by some mysterious principle, like the according notes of music. Or is it as Plato has supposed, that souls originally one have been divided, and each seeks the half it lost. 

 

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.