I Hate You, Richard Wagner . .

The Second Fiddle. I Can Get Plenty Of First Violinists, But To Find Someone Who Can Play The Second Fiddle With Enthusiasm

When The Thunder Rumbles, Now The Age Of Gold Is Dead. When The Dreams We've Clung To Trying To Stay Young, Have Left Us Parched And Old Instead. When My Courage Crumbles, When I Feel Confused And Frail, When My Spirit Falters On Decaying Altars And My Illusions Fail -- I Go On Right Then. I Go On Again. I Go On To Say I Will Celebrate Another Day. I Go On. If Tomorrow Tumbles And Everything I Love Is Gone, I Will Face Regret All My Days, And Yet I Will Still Go On.

I Think It Is Time We Learned The Lesson Of Our Century: That The Progress Of The Human Spirit Must Keep Pace With Technological And Scientific Progress, Or That Spirit Will Die. It Is Incumbent On Our Educators To Remember This; And Music Is At The Top Of The Spiritual Must List. When The Study Of The Arts Leads To The Adoration Of The Formula (heaven Forbid), We Shall Be Lost. But As Long As We Insist On Maintaining Artistic Vitality, We Are Able To Hope In Man

I Believe That Man's Noblest Endowment Is His Capacity To Change.

It Is The Artists Of The World, The Feelers And The Thinkers Who Will Ultimately Save Us; Who Can Articulate, Educate, Defy, Insist, Sing And Shout The Big Dreams.