Every Wrong Seems Possible Today, And Is

The Art Of Interpretation Is Not To Play What Is Written.

The Cello Is Like A Beautiful Woman Who Has Not Grown Older, But Younger With Time, More Slender, More Supple, More Graceful.

I Used To Think That Eighty Was A Very Old Age. Now I Am Ninety. I Do Not Think This Any More. As Long As You Are Able To Admire And To Love, You Are Young.

To Retire Is To Begin To Die.

What Do We Teach Our Children? . . . We Should Say To Each Of Them: Do You Know What You Are? You Are A Marvel. You Are Unique . . . You May Become A Shakespeare, A Michelangelo, A Beethoven. You Have The Capacity For Anything.