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.

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

What Do We Teach Our Children? . . . We Should Say To Each Of Them: Do You Know What You Are? You Are A Marvel. You Are Unique . . . You May Become A Shakespeare, A Michelangelo, A Beethoven. You Have The Capacity For Anything.

The Art Of Interpretation Is Not To Play What Is Written.

The Only Weapons I Ever Had Were My Cello And My Baton.