Music Creates Order Out Of Chaos.

We Embark Unhesitatingly On The Path, In A Direction That Is Absolutely Right And Urgent, Supported By Everyone, In The Knowledge That This Path Is But A Learning Process

Our Life Must Have An Aim, But We Must Also Ensure That The Direction We Take Is A Good One.

We Are Living In A World Where The Individual Must Learn To Command The Raw Materials Of Expression. He Must Not Be Dependent All The Time On The Ready-made, The Finished Product. It's The Transferring, The Changing Of The Raw Into What Is The Expression Of Your Own Self – The Whole Joy And Satisfaction And Frustration Of Life Is Built Into This.

The Violinist Is That Peculiarly Human Phenomenon Distilled To A Rare Potency---half Tiger,half Poet.

There Are Three Levels Of Service. The Highest Level Is That Of One Who Performs Good Deeds The Whole Day And Yet Feels That He Has Not Acheived Anything. The Second Level Is Someone Who, Though He Has Not Done Anything, Knows That He Has Not Corrected Anything In This World. This Is Good, And There Is Hope For Him That He Might Correct His Ways. However, Someone Who Is Righteous In His Own Eyes Deceived Himself All His Life; His Good Deeds Will Be Lost.