Quote by Martin Luther
Music is the art of the prophets and the gift of God. - Martin Lut

Music is the art of the prophets and the gift of God. – Martin Luther

Other quotes by Martin Luther

The will is a beast of burden. If God mounts it, it wishes and goes as God wills if Satan mounts it, it wishes and goes as Satan wills Nor can it choose its rider… the riders contend for its possession. – Martin Luther

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God
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For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. – Martin Luther

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Arbor Day
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Many art-worlders have an if-you-say-so approach to art: Everyone is so scared of missing out on the next hot artist that its never clear whether people are liking work because they like it or because other people do. Everyone is keeping up with the Joneses, and there are more Joneses than ever. – Jerry Saltz

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Art

Be slow to fall into friendship but when thou art in, continue firm and constant. – Socrates

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Art

My culture-deprived, aspirational mother dragged me once a month from our northern suburb – where the word art never came up – to the Art Institute of Chicago. I hated it. – Jerry Saltz

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Art

The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist. The artist does not tinker with the universe, he recreates it out of his own experience and understanding of life. – Henry Miller

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Art

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Both my husband and I give a lot of ourselves in what we do because that is our public lives but in my private life, I have an intrinsic right to be left alone. – Ashley Judd

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alone

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it. – Thomas Paine

In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld

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Friendship

Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading. – W. H. Auden

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Vanity