Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.

Oscar Wilde

Music is a discipline, and a mistress of order and good manners, she makes the people milder and gentler, more moral and more reasonable.

Martin Luther

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.

Thomas Carlyle

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth - Compared with love, found, gained, and kept

Robert Browning

Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.

Samuel Johnson

The further the music develops, the more complex the apparatus used by the composer to express his thoughts becomes.

Gustav Mahler

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Friedrich Nietzsche

I live my daydreams in music I see my life in terms of music. I get most joy in life out of music.

Albert Einstein

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

Henry Ward Beecher

There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.

Michel de Montaigne

Only sick music makes money today.

Friedrich Nietzsche

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

Claude Debussy

There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.

Pythagoras

When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.

Denis Diderot

Music is the key to the female heart.

Johann Gottfried Seume

Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.

Ludwig van Beethoven

Music is the melody whose text is the world.

Arthur Schopenhauer

Music fathoms the sky.

Charles Baudelaire

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

George Eliot