As Long As One Can Admire And

We Ought To Think That We Are One Of The Leaves Of A Tree, And The Tree Is All Humanity. We Cannot Live Without The Others, Without The Tree.

The Most Perfect Technique Is That Which Is Not Noticed At All.

The Miracle Of Bach Has Not Appeared In Any Other Art. To Strip Human Nature Until Its Divine Attributes Are Made Clear, To Inform Ordinary Activities With Spiritual Fervour, To Give Wings Of Eternity To That Which Is Most Ephemeral; To Make Divine Things Human And Human Things Divine; Such Is Bach, The Greatest And Purest Moment In Music Of All Time.

To Live Is Not Enough; We Must Take Part.

For Me, Bach Is Like Shakespeare. He Has Known All And Felt All. He Is Everything.