For Me, Bach Is Like

Do We Dare Be Ourselves? That Is The Question That Counts.

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

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

I Have Always Regarded Manual Labour As Creative And Looked With Respect-and, Yes, Wonder-at People Who Work With Their Hands. It Seems To Me That Their Creativity Is No Less Than That Of A Violinist Or Painter.

Say Things To The World That Are True.