It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony. Benjamin Britten beautifulbeautycruel share on social
Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house. Benjamin Britten brickcolorcompose share on social
These two are not two Love has made them one Amo Ergo Sum! And by its mystery Each is no less but more. Benjamin Britten amoergolove Change image and share on social
The old idea of a composer suddenly having a terrific idea and sitting up all night to write it is nonsense. Nighttime is for sleeping. Benjamin Britten composerideanight Change image and share on social
