A Dream Is Unrehearsed.

The Violinist Must Possess The Poets Gift Of Piercing The Protective Hide Which Grows On Propagandists, Stockbrokers And Slave Traders, To Penetrate The Deeper Truth Which Lies Within.

In All Teaching There Must Be A Fusion Of Authority As An Adult Providing A Stable Framework For The Children In One's Care, And Humility As Another Human Being Ready To Educate An Equal Who May Turn Out To Be A Superior.

We Embark Unhesitatingly On The Path, In A Direction That Is Absolutely Right And Urgent, Supported By Everyone, In The Knowledge That This Path Is But A Learning Process... We Have To Keep On Learning, Creating, Applying, By-passing, Touching Upon, Refining And Clarifying A Number Of Notions And Details That Need To Be Improvised And Applied And Which, Thank God, We Cannot Foresee. The Only Rigidity Lies In Our Will, Our Conviction That We Are On The Right Road And That Our Initiatives Are Most Pressing.

We Are Living In A World Where The Individual Must Learn To Command The Raw Materials Of Expression. He Must Not Be Dependent All The Time On The Ready-made, The Finished Product. It's The Transferring, The Changing Of The Raw Into What Is The Expression Of Your Own Self – The Whole Joy And Satisfaction And Frustration Of Life Is Built Into This.

There Are Three Levels Of Service. The Highest Level Is That Of One Who Performs Good Deeds The Whole Day And Yet Feels That He Has Not Acheived Anything. The Second Level Is Someone Who, Though He Has Not Done Anything, Knows That He Has Not Corrected Anything In This World. This Is Good, And There Is Hope For Him That He Might Correct His Ways. However, Someone Who Is Righteous In His Own Eyes Deceived Himself All His Life; His Good Deeds Will Be Lost.