Too many composers become involved in intellectual speculation which seems to matter more to them than the sound that comes out of all this speculation
My meditation Is my soul's Soundless sound-conversation With my Inner Pilot
The most persistent sound which reverberates through men's history is the beating of war drums.
For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously
Beauty is composed of many things and never stands alone. It is part of horizons, blue in the distance, great primeval silences, knowledge of all things of the earth... It is so fragile it can be destroyed by a sound or thought. It may be infinitesimally small or encompass the universe itself. It comes in a swift conception wherever nature has not been disturbed.
I beg you come tonight and dine A welcome waits you and sound wine The Roederer chilly to a charm As Juno's breasts the claret warm .
I know I do not have his looks. I know I do not have his money. I know I do not have his connections, his knowledge of fine wines. I know sometimes when I eat I get this clicking sound in my jaw...
The foundation of morality should not be made dependent on myth nor tied to any authority lest doubt about the myth or about the legitimacy of the authority imperil the foundation of sound judgment and action.
If it's a good movie, the sound could go off and the audience would still have a perfectly clear idea of what was going on.
A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.
This sounds like my autobiography, but I thought this would be a good time to sound off about myself, as I think that I have been silent too long about my views and opinions.
What can be more clear and sound in explanation, than the love of a parent to his child?
I see no reason to keep silent about my enjoyment of the sound of my own voice as I work.
The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions.
Music is a fluid art form that picks up echoes of the past and weaves them into a new sound. The distinct sounds of the past merge together to create what we know today as gospel, western, folk, or jazz.
An artist who makes pictures that look good but express nothing is like a writer whose words sound good but have no meaning. (
I find it so important now to be a role model and a figure. And I know that may sound strange to some people, but most important is my connection with my fans and the connection that they breed with one another.
I've encountered a lot of people who sound like critics but very few who have substantive criticisms. There is a lot of skepticism, but it seems to be more a matter of inertia than it is of people having some real reason for thinking something else.
As strange as this may sound, I very seldom read fiction. Because my novels require so much research, almost everything I read is non-fiction-histories, biographies, translations of ancient texts.
People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share, and no one dare disturb the Sound of Silence.
American grammar doesn't have the sturdiness of British grammar (a British advertising man with a proper education can make magazine copy for ribbed condoms sound like the Magna goddam Carta), but it has its own scruffy charm.
The movie Spinal Tap rocked my world. It's for rock what The Sound of Music was for hills. They really nailed how dumb rock can be.
Elvis is not so difficult as Johnny Cash because his voice is so distinctive. If you try to copy Johnny Cash, it's just going to sound dumb.
The public is so in awe of its own opinion that it never dares to form any, but catches up the first idle rumour, lest it should be behindhand in its judgment, and echoes it till it is deafened with the sound of its own voice
Eat well, drink in moderation, and sleep sound, in these three good health abound