Do We Dare Be Ourselves?

We Are Not Free To Walk On Our Neighbor's Toes.

I Was At Mount Tamalpais Near San Francisco Hiking When A Boulder Came Hurling Down The Mountainside And Smashed My Left Hand. When I Looked At My Mangled Bloody Fingers, I Had A Strange Reaction. 'thank God I Will Never Have To Play Again,' I Said. The Fact Is That Dedication To One's Art Does Involve A Sort Of Enslavement.

Do We Dare To Be Ourselves?' This Is The Question That Counts - And Not, 'must A Man Be Helpless?' ...a Man Can Do Something For Peace Without Having To Jump Into Politics.

Throughout My Career, Nervousness And Stage-fright Have Never Left Me Before Playing. And Each Of The Thousands Of Concerts I Have Played At, I Feel As Bad As I Did The Very First Time.

There Is No Substitute For Work; What Seems Ease Of Performance Comes From The Greatest Labor.