To the whole world you might be just one person, but to one person you might just be the whole world.
Thank God, I'll never have to play the cello again.
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.
Do we dare be ourselves? That is the question that counts.
The only weapons I ever had were my cello and my baton.
Yes, it is true. I am a miracle. I am a miracle like a tree is a miracle, like a flower is a miracle. Now, if I am a miracle, can I do a bad thing? I can't, because I am a miracle, I am a miracle. . . .