I Have Always Regarded Manual Labour As

You Do Not Lose Your Value Or Preciousness When You Grow To Be A Adult. You Are Still That Miraculous Creation. You Must Work, We Must All Work, To Make The World Worthy Of Its Children.

The Answer To Helplessness Is Not So Very Complicated.

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.

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.

Bach Is The Supreme Genius Of Music... This Man, Who Knows Everything And Feels Everything, Cannot Write One Note, However Unimportant It May Appear, Which Is Anything But Transcendent. He Has Reached The Heart Of Every Noble Thought, And Has Done It In The Most Perfect Way.