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"88% of what we call good songs aren't really good. They merely remind us of a good time we once had."
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"Great songs don't grow on trees, yet lots of songs have been written on great trees."
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"Music can touch that deepest portion of the soul where nothing else can reach. It can fill our hearts with indescribable ecstasy."
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"Music is the language of the heart, it makes our soul dance with joy."
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"Harpists spend half their life tuning and the other half playing out of tune."
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"Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars."
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"Music is the fertilizer for heart to bloom the flower of love and peace."
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"All truthful music is familiar to the ear, for its notes were written into our souls long ago."
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"Music opens the window of the soul to let the nectar of life come in."
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"Nothing is capable of being well set to music that is not nonsense."
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"They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World."
World
"Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her."
Family
"Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life."
Life
"A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves."
Isolation
"There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting."
Soothing
"It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms."
Poetry
"What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only?"
Family
"The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island."
Death
"It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea."
Man
"The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind."
Time
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