This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Meditation is like a river. It cannot be tamed. It flows and flows and overflows its banks. It is music without sound. It is the silence in which the observer ceases to be immediately he plunges in.
Meditation | Music | Silence | Sound | Wisdom |
No one ever regarded the first of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam. Of all sound of bells (bells the music highest bordering upon heaven), most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the old year. I never heard it without a gathering-up of my mind to a concentration of all the images that have been diffused over the past twelve-month. All I have done or suffered, performed or neglected - in that regretted time. I begin to know its worth as when a person dies. It takes a personal color; nor was it a poetical flight of a contemporary, when he exclaimed: “I saw the skirts of the departing year.” It is no more than what is sober sadness, every one of us seems to be conscious of in that awful leave-taking.
Heaven | Indifference | Mind | Music | Past | Sadness | Sound | Time | Wisdom | Worth | Old |
Music is a language by whose means messages are elaborated, that such messages can be understood by the many but sent out only by few, and that it alone among all the languages unites the contradictory character of being at once intelligible and untranslatable - these facts make the creator of music a being like the gods.
It requires wisdom to understand wisdom; the music is nothing if the audience is deaf.
Music | Nothing | Wisdom | Understand |
Friedrich Nietzsche, fully Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
In music the passions enjoy themselves.
H. L. Mencken, fully Henry Louis Mencken
The military caste did not originate as a party of patriots, but as a party of bandits.
Wisdom |
Felix Mendelssohn, fully Jakob Ludwig Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy
It's not that music is too imprecise for words, but too precise.
Music is the heartbeat of the universe. It reaches into the outer ramparts of eternity where time and space are nonexistent; it touches the stars and is reflected in the beauty of the galaxy. It is exemplified in the mathematical precision found in the largest star and the tiniest molecule. Music is emotional. It touches the heart and creates a response within the listener without his being aware of the technique.
Beauty | Eternity | Heart | Music | Precision | Space | Time | Universe | Wisdom | Precision | Beauty |