In Spring, everything is full of promise…. The child sporting upon the lawn, and the season, sympathize together, and nature rejoices in her virgin loveliness. – Charles Lanman, “The Dying Year,” 1840
Music is an art that expresses the inexpressible. It rises far above what words can mean or the intelligence define. Its domain is the imponderable and impalpable land of the unconscious. – Charles Munch