Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is

Most People Have To Talk So They Won't Hear.

More Than Any Other Beauty (though It Is True Of All Beauty Except In Art) Passion Seems To Me To Have The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction In It.

My Musical Genius Reached Its Apex Thirty Years Ago When I Played The Triangle In Haydn's Children's Symphony, So I Could Not Play Unless You Needed Someone To Make One Sustained Note!

Routine Is Not A Prison, But The Way Into Freedom From Time.

Making Order Out Of Disorder Any Time, Anywhere, Can Be Regarded As A Sacrament.