The Only Weapons I Ever Had Were

The Love Of One's Country Is A Splendid Thing. But Why Should Love Stop At The Border? There Is A Brotherhood Among All Men. This Must Be Recognized If Life Is To Remain. We Must Learn The Love Of Man.

For The Past Eighty Years I Have Started Each Day In The Same Manner... I Go To The Piano, And I Play Preludes And Fugues Of Bach... It Is A Sort Of Benediction On The House.

Man Has Made Many Machines, Complex And Cunning, But Which Of Them Indeed Rivals The Workings Of His Heart?

For Me, Bach Is Like Shakespeare. He Has Known All And Felt All. He Is Everything.

To Retire Is The Beginning Of Death.