As Long As One Can Admire And

There Is No Substitute For Work; What Seems Ease Of Performance Comes From The Greatest Labor.

The Situation Is Hopeless, We Must Take The Next Step.

The Love Of One's Country Is A Splendid Thing. But Why Should Love Stop At The Border?

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.

If You Play Bach Every Day, You Are Not So Alone.