When words leave off, music begins.

Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

Oaks shall be rent; the Word shall shatter - Yea, on that fiery day, the Crown, Even the palace walls shall totter, And domes and spires come crashing down.

I had to resign myself, many years ago, that I'm not too articulate when it comes to explaining how I feel about things. But my music does it for me, it really…

Singing is what you do when you want to make a noise but haven't got anything much to say.

She might have been glad to confide all these things to someone. But how to speak about so elusive a malaise, one that keeps changing its shape like the clouds…