Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

Sound is the most absorbent medium of all, soaking up histories and philosophical systems and physical surroundings and encoding them in something so slight as a single vocal quaver or icy harpsichord interjection.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

Divine sound is the cause of all manifestation. The knower of the mystery of sound knows the mystery of the whole universe.

“We say that we hear a sound, which means that somewhere or other an air quiver has been started and has reached our ears. As the life and processes of the world go on the actions which take place are accompanied by these tremors, and we live in this world of sound.”
Sir William Bragg