Music (n.) does not make the world resound but the way the inmost self is moved.
Music (n.) is spirit, the soul resounding directly on its own account and feeling satisfaction in perceiving itself.
Music (n.) that pursues characterization in detail leads almost inevitably into harshness and the misuse of discords.
Music (n.) is the inner life as shapeless feeling, which can appear only through a medium that vanishes at the very moment of expression.
Music (n.) unites the soul's profoundest feeling with the most rigorous mathematics — two extremes that easily come apart.
Music (n.) reaches the heart but gets no further than an always vague sympathy; any clear idea it gives us is ours, not its.
Music (n.) that is merely a play of sounds, without spiritual content, is empty and meaningless — not yet strictly to be called art.
Music (n.) has no nature to copy: the painter must study natural forms, but the musician answers only to the laws of the notes themselves.
Music (n.) is the art whose material vanishes even as it arises — the obliteration not of one dimension but of the whole of space.
Music (n.) begins in the cry of pain and the laugh, but only becomes art when it strips the natural outcry of its wildness and crude deliverance.
Music (n.) is lyric's external support: because lyric's matter remains inner, it must supply an external stimulus, and only music can stir the heart through the senses.
Music (n.) masters the self in its simple concentration, and so it sets limits to the roving freedom of thought and keeps the heart fixed on one thing.
Music (n.) captivates a consciousness that no longer has an object in front of it, and in losing that freedom it is carried off by the ever-flowing stream of sounds.
Music (n.) is architecture's opposite twin: both built on proportion, but one erects colossal masses to be seen from outside, the other rustles away straight into the heart.
Music (n.) went to the opposite extreme from the visual arts — an undeveloped concentration of feeling whose content found again only a symbolic expression in notes.
Music (n.) gets into our feet: it seizes the individual not in some part of him but in the centre of his simple self — it gets hold of the individual as this man.
Music (n.) is the art of the soul. It addresses itself directly to the soul because it shares the property of self-negation through time it is perpetually dying away and vanishing.
Music (n.) at its ideal bridles the emotions it expresses: grief is voiced and at once assuaged, jubilation never becomes uproar, and even a lament gives us the most blissful tranquillity.
Music (n.) is the cancelation of space. Its time corresponds to the time of the subject, since it exists within each and everyone who listens to it.