We Ought To Think That We Are

Music Is The Divine Way To Tell Beautiful, Poetic Things To The Heart.

Bach Is The Supreme Genius Of Music... This Man, Who Knows Everything And Feels Everything, Cannot Write One Note, However Unimportant It May Appear, Which Is Anything But Transcendent. He Has Reached The Heart Of Every Noble Thought, And Has Done It In The Most Perfect Way.

You Do Not Lose Your Value Or Preciousness When You Grow To Be A Adult. You Are Still That Miraculous Creation. You Must Work, We Must All Work, To Make The World Worthy Of Its Children.

The Cello Is Like A Beautiful Woman Who Has Not Grown Older, But Younger With Time, More Slender, More Supple, More Graceful.

To Retire Is To Begin To Die.