We Are Not Free To Walk On

For The Past Eighty Years I Have Started Each Day In The Same Manner. It Is Not A Mechanical Routine, But Something Essential To My Daily Life. I Go To The Piano, And Play Two Preludes And Fugues Of Bach. I Cannot Think Of Doing Otherwise. It Is A Sort Of Benediction On The House. But That Is Not Its Only Meaning For Me. It Is A Rediscovery Of The World Of Which I Have The Joy Of Being A Part. It Fills Me With Awareness Of The Wonder Of Life, With A Feeling Of The Incredible Marvel Of Being A Human Being.

Every Wrong Seems Possible Today, And Is Accepted. I Don't Accept It.

The Love Of One's Country Is A Splendid Thing. But Why Should Love Stop At The Border?

To The Whole World You Might Be Just One Person, But To One Person You Might Just Be The Whole World.

For The Past Eighty Years I Have Started Each Day In The Same Manner... I Go To The Piano, And I Play Preludes And Fugues Of Bach... It Is A Sort Of Benediction On The House.