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But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

In Bach, The Vital Cells Of Music Are United As The World Is In God.

Tradition Is Tending The Flame, Not Worshiping The Ashes.

Fortunately, Something Always Remains To Be Harvested. So Let Us Not Be Idle.

I Beg Of You... Never Assume An Inner Or An Outer Pose, Never A Disguise.