Sometimes in the great soundtrack of our lives there are no words, there are only emotions; I believe this is why God gave us classical music.

In a timepiece, a sweep of a second hand is so slim in a way that it doesn't wait for no man, and that's why we choose to conceive things from the heart.

The power of classical music turns my words into fire.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

I shall never be converted, and I shall remain true to my old religion of the classics until my life's end.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

Art doesn’t give rise to anything in us that isn’t already there. It simply stirs our curious consciousness and sparks a fire that illuminates who we have always wanted to be.

Now that rock is turning 50, it's become classical itself. It's interesting to see that development.

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.

Rachmaninoff. The 18th Variation of a Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini.