Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the word's full octave.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Music is love in search of a word.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
Oh, happy triumph of the poet! - to hear his verses wedded to sweet sounds, and warbled by the woman he loves!
I know that the twelve notes in each octave and the variety of rhythm offer me opportunities that all of human genius will never exhaust.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Words make love with one another.
There are only so many notes so there must be only so many melodies.