We Ought To Think That

If You Play Bach Every Day, You Are Not So Alone.

Rock N' Roll Is Poison Put To Sound.

Real Understanding Does Not Come From What We Learn In Books; It Comes From What We Learn From Love Of Nature, Of Music, Of Man. For Only What Is Learned In That Way Is Truly Understood.

The Love Of One's Country Is A Splendid Thing. But Why Should Love Stop At The Border? There Is A Brotherhood Among All Men. This Must Be Recognized If Life Is To Remain. We Must Learn The Love Of Man.

When We Play An Unaccompanied Bach Suite We May Compare Ourselves To An Actor In Shakespeare's Day, Creating Scenery Which Did Not Exist At All, Through The Power Of Declamation And Suggestion. So In Bach. There Is But One Voice -- And Many Voices Have To Be Suggested.