The Rich Are Always Afraid.

Music Is Not Technique And Melody, But The Meaning Of Life Itself, Infinitely Sorrowful And Unbearably Beautiful.

It Is Difficult Not To Wonder Whether That Combination Of Elements Which Produces A Machine For Labor Does Not Create Also A Soul Of Sorts, A Dull Resentful Metallic Will, Which Can Rebel At Times.

As For New York City, It Is A Place Apart. There Is Not Its Match In Any Other Country In The World.

To Serve Is Beautiful, But Only If It Is Done With Joy And A Whole Heart And A Free Mind.

The Main Barrier Between East And West Today Is That The White Man Is Not Willing To Give Up His Superiority And The Colored Man Is No Longer Willing To Endure His Inferiority.