Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

Cicero: It is not just fear. That is recognition.

Sherlock: For future reference. When I say I agree with you, it means I’m not listening.

There was some healthy competition going on, but it wasn’t about the music itself.

I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea; nor England! did I know till then what love I bore to thee.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

He that embarks on the voyage of life will always wish to advance rather by the impulse of the wind than the strokes of the oar; and many fold in their passage; while they lie waiting for the gale.

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

I love deadlines. I especially love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.