The Art Of Interpretation Is Not To

Of Course, I Continue To Play And To Practice. I Think I Would Do So If I Lived For Another Hundred Years.

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.

Real Understanding Does Not Come From What We Learn In Books; It Comes From What We Learn From Love Of Nature, Of Music, Of Man. For Only What Is Learned In That Way Is Truly Understood.

I Don't Have Hobbies. I Have Passions.

To The Whole World You Might Be Just One Person, But To One Person You Might Just Be The Whole World.