You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.

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.

Rock n' roll is poison put to sound.

Beauty is all about us, but how many are blind! They look at the wonder of this earth and seem to see nothing. People move hectically but give little thought to where they are going. They seek excitement ... as if they were lost and desperate.

Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.

There is no substitute for work; what seems ease of performance comes from the greatest labor.

I do not think a day passes in my life in which I fail to look with fresh amazement at the miracle of nature.