You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him sing opera.

Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.

The chef who cooks without a song on his lips cannot hope to infuse the right carefree improvisatory note into his art.

<b>Caged Bird</b>

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

No opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.

You can’t blow an uncertain trumpet.

Can you stop your mother from singing to you? Who would do such a thing?

Love cannot express the idea of music, while music may give an idea of love.

John Cleese... he cannot sing and keeps a locked piano in his room to prove it.

If one plays good music, people don't listen, and if one plays bad music people don't talk.

Time is a songbird, and just like any other songbird it can be taken captive. It can be held prisoner in a cage and for even longer than you might think possible. But time cannot be kept in check in perpetuity. No captivity is forever.

you’re unable to make someone change his views, recognize that he is a child, and clap as he does. Or if you don’t care to act in such a way, you have only to keep quiet.

La musique est accoutumée à ne point faire ce qu'on veut.

I've been thinking... Maybe you're a mockingbird... Mockingbirds imitate the songs of other birds... No, I've never heard of any copyright problems.