To Retire Is The Beginning Of Death.

I Do Not Think A Day Passes In My Life In Which I Fail To Look With Fresh Amazement At The Miracle Of Nature.

I Used To Think That Eighty Was A Very Old Age. Now I Am Ninety. I Do Not Think This Any More. As Long As You Are Able To Admire And To Love, You Are Young.

The Love Of One's Country Is A Splendid Thing. But Why Should Love Stop At The Border?

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

The Answer To Helplessness Is Not So Very Complicated.