Do We Dare Be Ourselves? That Is

I Have Always Regarded Manual Labour As Creative And Looked With Respect-and, Yes, Wonder-at People Who Work With Their Hands. It Seems To Me That Their Creativity Is No Less Than That Of A Violinist Or Painter.

Yes, It Is True. I Am A Miracle. I Am A Miracle Like A Tree Is A Miracle, Like A Flower Is A Miracle. Now, If I Am A Miracle, Can I Do A Bad Thing? I Can't, Because I Am A Miracle, I Am A Miracle. . . .

Music Must Serve A Purpose; It Must Be A Part Of Something Larger Than Itself, A Part Of Humanity.

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.