sound

   Adding sound tomovies would be like putting lipstickon theVenus de Milo.

—Pickford, Mary originally  Gladys Mary Smith

Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed, Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

—Jonson, Ben

Money is indeed the most important thing in the world: and all sound and successful personal and national morality should have this fact for its basis.

—Shaw, George Bernard

Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

   He nursed the feelings these dull scenes produce, And loved to stop beside the opening sluice; Where the small stream, confined in narrow bound, Ran with a dull, unvaried, sad'ning sound; Where all presented to the eye or ear, Oppressed the soul! with misery, grief, and fear.

—Crabbe, George

He has ears he likes to bathe in sound.

—Brown,John Mason

We should never make a god out of form.We should struggle for form onlyas long as it serves as a means of expression for the inner sound.

—Kandinsky,Wassily

   Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart exult with joy, And every voice be song!

—Doddridge, Philip

When a book and a head collide and a hollow sound is heard, must it always have come from the book?

—Lichtenberg, Georg Christoph

What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell (Art, if you like) whose individual sound Insists I too am an individual.

—Larkin, Philip Arthur

The last sound on the worthless earthwill be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where theyare going next.

—Faulkner,William Harrison

   Leonora, Leonora, How the word rollsöLeonoraö Lion-like, in full-mouthed sound, Marching o'er the metric ground With a tawny tread sublime; So your name moves, Leonora, Down my desert rhyme.

—Craik, Dinah Maria ne¤  e Mulock

The sailing pine, the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry, The builder oak, sole king of forests all, The aspen good for staves, the cypress funeral. The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage, the fir that weepeth still, The willow worn of forlorn paramours, The ewe obedient to the benders will, The birch for shafts, the sallow for the mill, The myrrh sweet bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike beech, the ash for nothing ill, The fruitful olive, and the platan round, The carver holme, the maple seldom inward sound.

—Spenser, Edmund

The most persistent sound that reverberates through men's history is the beating of war drums.

—Koestler, Arthur

No sound is dissonant which tells of life.

—Coleridge, Samuel Taylor

Ithink for my part one half of the nation ismadöand the other not very sound.

—Smollett,Tobias George

A sentence is a sound in itself on which sounds called words may be strung.

—Frost, Robert Lee

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

—Rossetti, Dante Gabriel

Silence has a sound, and the sound is 'no.'

—Koh, Harold Hongju

A'sound' banker, alas! is not one who foresees danger and avoidsit, but onewho, whenheisruined, isruined in a conventional and orthodox wayalong with his fellows, so that no one can really blame him.

—Keynes (of Tilton),John Maynard, 1st Baron

Just as a stone flung into the water becomes the centre and cause of many circles, and as sound diffuses itself in circles in the air; so any object, placed in the luminous atmosphere, diffuses itself in circles, and fills the surrounding air with infinite images of itself.

—Leonardo daVinci

On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

—Blake,William

The heavens declare the glory of God: and the firmament sheweth his handywork.One day telleth another: and one night certifieth another. There is neither speech nor language: but their voices are heard among them. Their sound isgone out into all lands: and their words into the ends of the world.

—Book of Common Prayer

Orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano. One should pray to have a sound mind in a sound body.

—Juvenal full name Decimus Iunius Iuvenalis

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

—Pope, Alexander

There is a sound of abundance of rain.

—Bible (Old Testament)

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys; I know not what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then, But I struck one chord of music, Like the sound of a great Amen.

—Proctor, Adelaide Ann pseudonym of  Mary Berwick

Shall I tell you the signs of a New Age coming? It is a sound of drubbing and sobbing Of people crying,We are old, we are old And the sun isgoing down and becoming cold.

—Smith, Stevie (Florence Margaret)

   The Sound of Surprise.

—Balliett,Whitney

The fellows were practising long shies and bowling lobs and slow twisters. In the soft grey silence he could hear the bump of the balls: and from here and from there through the quiet air the sound of the cricket bats: pick, pack, pock, puck: like drops of water in a fountain falling softly in the brimming bowl.

—Joyce,James Augustine Aloysius

You have heard the sound of the white soldier's axe on the Little Piney. His presence here is†an insult to the spirits of our ancestors. Are we to give up their sacred graves to be ploughed for corn? Dakotas, I am for war.

—Red Cloud original name Mahpiua Luta

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of water's murmuring Along a shelving bankof turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightst in dream.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows. The lamps that shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merryas a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

—Rochdale

The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and bloodö Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good. 308

—Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.

—Newton,John

Universitas in modo citharae sit disposita, in qua diversa genera in modo chordarum sit consonantia. The universe is arranged like a cithera, in which different kinds of things sound together harmoniously, just as they do in a chord.

—Honorius of Autun

Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, With murmuring of innumerable bees.

—Tennyson

If his thinking has been sound, then this world is at the end of its tether. The end of everything we call life is close at hand and cannot be evaded.

—Wells, H(erbert) G(eorge)

In arguing too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.

—Goldsmith, Oliver

With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon 840 Was clashed and hammered from a hundred towers.

—Tennyson

In the early morning the mill girls clumping down the cobbled street, all in clogs, making a curiously formidable sound, like an army hurrying into battle. I suppose this is the typical sound of Lancashire.

—Orwell, George pseudonym of  Eric Arthur Blair

Moscow†what surge that sound can start In every Russian's inmost heart!

—Pushkin, Aleksandr Sergeyevich

Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness.

—Vaughan, Henry