All these dreams one day will be mine, they cross my mind! My time has yet to come; until then ...

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

In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go

I won't look back to regret yesterday, we're not handed tomorrow so I'll live for today

How can you understand the language of music, if you will not be an instrument?”—Zarost

Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.

Its language is a language which the soul alone understands, but which the soul can never translate.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

If I had four fingers growing out of my forehead, I wouldn't try to play the piano with my nose.

I do not like the raw sound of the human voice in unison unless it is under the discipline of music.

And I played music through the night, alone, echoing through the halls. My life, alive through note.

Music when healthy is the teacher of perfect order and when depraved the teacher of perfect disorde

What's the difference between a classical guitar and a pizza? A pizza can feed a family of four.

Music gives a soul to the universe wings to the mind flight to the imagination and life to everything

Music is a friend of labor for it lightens the task by refreshing the nerves and spirit of the worke