Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.

The first, a quote from Voltaire, is contemptuous: “Anything too stupid to be spoken,” he asserted, “is sung.” The second, an adage from the advertising profession, is tactical: “If you can’t make your case to an audience with facts, sing it to them.

In my youth it was said that what was too silly to be said may be sung. In modern economics it may be put into mathematics.

Nonsense which it would be shameful for a reasonable being to write, speak or hear spoken can be sung or listened to by that same rational being with pleasure and even with a kind of intellectual conviction.

I think he means everything he says, but he says it so badly that he sounds like a ventriloquist's dummy. His ambition was also grievous.

What on earth has given opera its prestige in western civilisation — a prestige that has outlasted so many different fashions and ways of thought? Why are people prepared to sit silently for three hours listening to a performance of which they do not understand a word and of which they very seldom know the plot? Why do quite small towns all over Germany and Italy still devote a large portion of their budgets to this irrational entertainment? Partly, of course, because it is a display of skill, like a football match. But chiefly, I think, because it is irrational. "What is too silly to be said may be sung" — well, yes; but what is too subtle to be said, or too deeply felt, or too revealing or too mysterious — these things can also be sung and can only be sung.

Presently I somehow found myself singing. The words were mere nonsense- irresponsible babble...Humanity would have rejected it with scorn. Nature, everywhere singing in the same key, recognized and accepted it without a flicker of dissent.

... anything difficult to say must be shouted from the rooftops.

So I sang out the barbarous words - karaoke from Hell.

Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'être dit, on le chante.

How stupid is it? I can’t talk about it I gotta sing about it And make a record of my heart

Totally mad,' he said, 'utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.

Let the words be gazetted and ridiculous henceforward.

Well, one couldn't help one's thoughts. One could help opening one's mouth and saying something really stupid, though.