I feel that music is the art which can best express the emotions which flow within us. It conveys something bigger than it is.

Music is truly the universal language, and when it is excellently expressed how deeply it moves our souls

Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.

Music must take rank as the highest of the fine arts — as the one which, more than any other, ministers to human welfare.

Music is a means capable of expressing dark dramatism and pure rapture, suffering and ecstasy, fiery and cold fury, melancholy and wild merriment – and the subtlest nuances and interplay of these feelings which words are powerless to express and which are unattainable in painting and sculpture.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Music directly represents the passion of the soul. If one listens to the wrong kind of music, he will become the wrong kind of person.

[O]f all the arts, music makes the most direct appeal to the emotions and to those shadowy, but real portions of our being called the imagination and the soul. Emotion is as indispensible to music as love to religion.

Music speaks the language of the soul, penetrating into the past and resonating into the future, unearthing pain and tenderness and sorrow and joy, reminding us of our infinite fragility and extraordinary strength, reigniting our dreams and passions once again to remind us of who we are meant to be.

I would probably say that music is one of the most expressive art forms for me. Of course, I don’t perform professionally, though it does play a huge role: it helps me think differently and want to go on living.

This art is music. It stands quite apart from all the others. In it we do not recognize the copy, the repetition, of any Idea of the inner nature of the world. Yet it is such a great and exceedingly fine art, its effect on man's innermost nature is so powerful, and it is so completely and profoundly understood by him in his innermost being as an entirely universal language, whose distinctness surpasses even that of the world of perception itself, that in it we certainly have to look for more than that exercitium arithmeticae occultum nescientis se numerare animi [exercise in arithmetic in which the mind does not know it is counting] which Leibniz took it to be.

Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.

La música es una manifestación superior a toda sabiduría de la filosofía.

The most beautiful thing about music is that it transcends most anything.