The Heart Of The Melody

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

The Heart Of The Melody Can Never Be Put Down On Paper.

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.

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.

We Ought To Think That We Are One Of The Leaves Of A Tree, And The Tree Is All Humanity. We Cannot Live Without The Others, Without The Tree.