I Believe That Man's Noblest Endowment Is

When The Thunder Rumbles, Now The Age Of Gold Is Dead. When The Dreams We've Clung To Trying To Stay Young, Have Left Us Parched And Old Instead. When My Courage Crumbles, When I Feel Confused And Frail, When My Spirit Falters On Decaying Altars And My Illusions Fail -- I Go On Right Then. I Go On Again. I Go On To Say I Will Celebrate Another Day. I Go On. If Tomorrow Tumbles And Everything I Love Is Gone, I Will Face Regret All My Days, And Yet I Will Still Go On.

It Is Hard To Think Of Another Composer Who So Perfectly Marries Form And Passion.

I Hate You, Richard Wagner . . . But I Hate You On My Knees.

The 20th Century Has Been A Badly Written Drama, From The Beginning.

We Musicians, Like Everyone Else, Are Numb With Sorrow At This Murder, And With Rage At The Senselessness Of The Crime. But This Sorrow And Rage Will Not Inflame Us To Seek Retribution; Rather They Will Inflame Our Art. Our Music Will Never Again Be Quite The Same. This Will Be Our Reply To Violence: To Make Music More Intensely, More Beautifully, More Devotedly Than Ever Before. And With Each Note We Will Honor The Spirit Of John Kennedy, Commemorate His Courage, And Reaffirm His Faith In The Triumph Of The Mind.