The Heart Of The Melody

When You Play Bach Like Chopin, And Chopin Like Bach, Something Good Happens.

When We Play An Unaccompanied Bach Suite We May Compare Ourselves To An Actor In Shakespeare's Day, Creating Scenery Which Did Not Exist At All, Through The Power Of Declamation And Suggestion. So In Bach. There Is But One Voice -- And Many Voices Have To Be Suggested.

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.

The Love Of One's Country Is A Splendid Thing. But Why Should Love Stop At The Border? There Is A Brotherhood Among All Men. This Must Be Recognized If Life Is To Remain. We Must Learn The Love Of Man.

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