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When power narrows the area of man's concern poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence.

If you can walk you can dance. Zimbabwe saying Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

There is no feeling except the extremes of fear and grief that does not find relief in music.

The applause of a single human being is of great consequence.

The poets are only the interpreters of the gods.

The echo of a platitude.

Without art the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

Science and art have that in common that everyday things seem to them new and attractive.

When I hear music I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times and to the latest.

Music is the child of prayer the companion of religion.

All that is good in art is the expression of one soul talking to another and is precious according to the greatness of the soul that utters it.

The body says what words cannot.

Art is a staple like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter. Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.

The artist has a special task and duty the task of reminding men of their humanity and the promise of their creativity.

Dancing is the body made poetic.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.

Music is the art of the prophets the only art that can calm the agitations of the soul it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.