I simply make music, and people have always been foolish enough to pay me for it. I never told them that I would have done it all for nothing. — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
Music comes from the heart and returns to the heart... music is spontaneous, impulsive expression... its range is without limit... music is forever growing...… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
Music can be all things to all men. It is like a great dynamic sun in the center of a solar system which sends… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
A painter paints his pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. We provide the music, and you provide the silence. — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
I simply make music, and people have always been foolish enough to pay me for it. I never told them that I would have… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
As a boy I remember how terribly real the statues of the saints would seem at 7 o'clock Mass-before I'd had breakfast. From that… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
Conscience is that which hurts when everything else feels marvelous. — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
The highest reaches of music come thrillingly close to the central core and essence of life itself. — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
I believe in a passionately strong feeling for the poetry of life - for the beautiful, the mysterious, the romantic, the ecstatic - the… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
On matters of intonation and technicalities I am more than a martinet - I am a martinetissimo. — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
Music can be all things to all persons. It is like a great dynamic sun in the center of a solar system which sends… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
It's hard to put into words the impact of the perfect lyric, melody or contagious beat that moves you in an unexpected way. Authors,… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
It seemed impossible to leave the world until I had produced all that I felt called upon to produce, and so I endured this… — Leopold Stokowski Copy Share Image
