Each art endeavors to isolate itself, to remain independent of all others. But a play without music is like a feast without wine. Music cleanses the soul from the dust and dross of every day life and seems to say to every one: ‘You are no longer in your office, in the barracks, or in the workshop.’Auerbach Berthold (1875) On the Heights, Translation by Simon Adler Stern. Henry Holt and Company, New York. Volume 1, page 212. https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=njp.32101067641496&view=1up&seq=7, accessed 30 August 2021
— Berthold Auerbach, On The Heights.