No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star. – Edwin Hubbell Chapin
But those musics do not address the larger kind of architecture in time that classical music does, whatever each one of us knows that classical music must mean. – Michael Tilson Thomas
