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Heine commenting on the music of Louis Hector Berlioz: He is an immense nightingale, a lark as great as an eagle. . . . The music causes me to dream of fabulous empires, filled with fabulous sins.

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Hector Berlioz
Age: 65 †
Born: 1803
Born: December 11
Died: 1869
Died: March 8
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The trombone is the true head of the family of wind instruments... it has all the serious and powerful tones of sublime musical poetry, from religious, calm and imposing accents to savage, orgiastic outburst.
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It is so rare...to find a complete person, with a soul, a heart and an imagination so rare for characters as ardent and restless as ours to meet and to be matched together, that I hardly know how to tell you what happiness it gives me to know you.
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Bach is Bach just as God is God.
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If men of genius only knew what love their works inspire!
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A feeble mind, conscious of its own feebleness, grows feeble under that very consciousness. As soon as the power of fear becomes known to it, there follows the fear of fear, and, on the first perturbation, reason abandons it.
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At least I have the modesty to admit that lack of modesty is one of my failings.
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Music and love are the wings of the soul.
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Love cannot express the idea of music, while music may give an idea of love
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Only by pairing knowledge with inspiration will art evolve. Without these conditions any musician will remain a flawed artist, if one may speak of an artist at all.
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Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down.
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