Music Is The Can-opener Of

Every Day That We Fail To Live Out The Maximum Of Our Potentialities We Kill The Shakespeare, Dante, Homer, Christ Which Is In Us.

A World Without Hope, But No Despair

To The Man Whose Senses Are Alive And Alert There Is Not Even The Need To Stir From One's Threshold.

On The Meridian Of Time, There Is No Injustice: There Is Only The Poetry Of Motion Creating The Illusion Of Truth And Drama.

Each Man Has His Own Way Of Being Himself And Of Saying It So Ultimately That He Can't Be Denied.