Time, Time - That Is

The Trombone Is The True Head Of The Family Of Wind Instruments... It Has All The Serious And Powerful Tones Of Sublime Musical Poetry, From Religious, Calm And Imposing Accents To Savage, Orgiastic Outburst.

Which Of The Two Powers, Love Or Music, Can Elevate Man To The Sublimest Heights? ... It Is A Problem, And Yet It Seems To Me That This Is The Answer: 'love Can Give No Idea Of Music; Music Can Give An Idea Of Love.' ... Why Separate Them? They Are Two Wings Of The Soul.

It Is So Rare...to Find A Complete Person, With A Soul, A Heart And An Imagination; So Rare For Characters As Ardent And Restless As Ours To Meet And To Be Matched Together, That I Hardly Know How To Tell You What Happiness It Gives Me To Know You.

Heine Commenting On The Music Of Louis Hector Berlioz: He Is An Immense Nightingale, A Lark As Great As An Eagle. . . . The Music Causes Me To Dream Of Fabulous Empires, Filled With Fabulous Sins.

Time, Time - That Is Our Greatest Master! Alas, Like Ugolino, Time Devours Its Own Children.