William Congreve on music

Heav’n hath no rage like love to hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn’d.

Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

If music be the food of love, play on.

William Shakespeare1564–1616Twelfth Night (1601), Act I, scene i.In context

• Love

Music makes one feel so romantic⁠—at least it always gets on one’s nerves⁠—which is the same thing nowadays.

Oscar Wilde1854–1900

• Love

Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.