To Play Great Music, You Must Keep

Music Creates Order Out Of Chaos: For Rhythm Imposes Unanimity Upon The Divergent, Melody Imposes Continuity Upon The Disjointed, And Harmony Imposes Compatibility Upon The Incongruous.

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.

To Play Great Music, You Must Keep Your Eyes On A Distant Star.

I Would Hate To Think I Am Not An Amature. An Amateur Is One Who Loves What He Is Doing. Very Often, I'm Afraid, The Professional Hates What He Is Doing. So, I'd Rather Be An Amateur.

We Are Full Of Rhythms . . . Our Pulse, Our Gestures, Our Digestive Tracts, The Lunar And Seasonal Cycles.