There Are No Rules In The Service

A Way Of Life Which Excludes The Realm Of The Unknown And The Mysterious Is Simply Not In Harmony With Life Itself.

A Dream Is Unrehearsed.

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.

The Violinist Must Possess The Poets Gift Of Piercing The Protective Hide Which Grows On Propagandists, Stockbrokers And Slave Traders, To Penetrate The Deeper Truth Which Lies Within.

Mozart Resolved His Emotions On A Level That Transformed Them Into Moods Uncontaminated By Mortal Anguish, Enabling Him To Express The Angelic Anguish That Is So Peculiarly His Own.