In Bach, The Vital Cells

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.

In Bach, The Vital Cells Of Music Are United As The World Is In God.

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.

The Point Is Not To Take The World's Opinion As A Guiding Star But To Go One's Way In Life And Working Unerringly, Neither Depressed By Failure Nor Seduced By Applause.

Even If People Censure Me, They Should Do So Hat In Hand.