We Ought To Think That We Are

You Do Not Lose Your Value Or Preciousness When You Grow To Be A Adult. You Are Still That Miraculous Creation. You Must Work, We Must All Work, To Make The World Worthy Of Its Children.

I Have Always Regarded Manual Labour As Creative And Looked With Respect-and, Yes, Wonder-at People Who Work With Their Hands. It Seems To Me That Their Creativity Is No Less Than That Of A Violinist Or Painter.

Music Will Save The World.

The Child Must Know That He Is A Miracle, That Since The Beginning Of The World There Hasn't Been, And Until The End Of The World There Will Not Be, Another Child Like Him.

Each Second We Live Is A New And Unique Moment Of The Universe; A Moment That Never Was Before And Never Will Be Again.