Inspiring and Interesting Quotes about Music

Music Makes Our Lives Magical and Meaningful

People have recognized the many benefits of music since the dawn of recorded history.  I have scoured the Internet to find the most meaningful and inspiring quotes about music.  These come from a wide variety of ancient and modern sources; sayings from both musicians and non-musicians.  I hope that you will find these inspiring whether you play music or just enjoy grooving to it.  Leave comments if there are other quotes or tell us your favorites.

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Long he must st…

Long he must stammer in his speech; often forego the living for the dead. Worse yet, he must accept, — how often! poverty and solitude. For the ease and pleasure of treading the old road, accepting the fashions, the education, the religion of society, he takes the cross of making his own, and, of course, the self-accusation, the faint heart, the frequent uncertainty and loss of time, which are the nettles and tangling vines in the way of the self-relying and self-directed; and the state of virtual hostility in which he seems to stand to society, and especially to educated society. For all this loss and scorn, what offset? He is to find consolation in exercising the highest functions of human nature. He is one, who raises himself from private considerations, and breathes and lives on public and illustrious thoughts. He is the world’s eye. He is the world’s heart. He is to resist the vulgar prosperity that retrogrades ever to barbarism, by preserving and communicating heroic sentiments, noble biographies, melodious verse, and the conclusions of history. Whatsoever oracles the human heart, in all emergencies, in all solemn hours, has uttered as its commentary on the world of actions, — these he shall receive and impart. And whatsoever new verdict Reason from her inviolable seat pronounces on the passing men and events of to-day, — this he shall hear and promulgate.

Ralph Waldo Emerson
“The American Scholar”
August 31, 1837

Something to Encourage.

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Famous Works of Art Halloween Costumes

Halloween Inspiration


Halloween is right around the corner, party people! When it comes to costumes, are you one of those perfectionists who will settle for nothing short of a handmade masterpiece? If yes, this one’s for you. If you’re still searching for some Halloween “masterpiece” costume inspiration, why not just dress like an actual masterpiece? After the jump, you’ll find a smorgasbord of art costumes from the realms of surrealism, post-impressionism, symbolism, pop art, and more. Check ’em out, and hit the comments to add your artsy and/or spooky tips for those who might actually try to execute these suckers.

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We all “Fall” down..

“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?”

– Walt Whitman


So, Autumn is now well and truly upon us. Crazy! It gets me thinking about the Leaves that fall around us… And by “Leaves” I of course mean “Leaves of Grass” by the great Walt Whitman. I took the advice from a class discussion earlier this week to visit this Great Father of American Literature and, boy, am I glad. I read a few extracts from “Leaves of Grass” and became inspired to write a few words of my own.

Whitman was an avid reader of dictionaries and he realized that they were essentially the “compost heap” of all English-language literature, the place where all the elements of literature were broken down, were preserved, as well as the place out of which all future literature would grow.

A Nation’s unwritten poems lie dormant in that massive heap of words and Whitman’s own poem “This Compost” plays on the etymological identity of the word “compost” with “composition”; both words literally mean, as Whitman found in the 1847 edition of Webster’s, “to place or set together”. 

To compose is to put together in a new compost is to take apart what is put together, to break down an old form so that it would furnish the elements, the nutriment, for a new form. Life, Whitman realized, was like language: it always exists, continually, perpetually, and emerges out of dead layers.. Constant renewal.. 

His “Leaves”, like all literature, will be composted again and reused for new purposes, eternally available to new expression, to new meaning; that is the process of life and, as Whitman suggests, it is also the process of reading and writing. 

Yes, Fall has now arrived and with it a sense of steady stirring..

Let’s go. 

Until next time. 

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