The cello is like a beautiful woman who has not grown older, but younger with time, more slender, more supple, more graceful.

The first thing to do in life is to do with purpose what one purposes to do.

Of course, I continue to play and to practice. I think I would do so if I lived for another hundred years.

As long as one can admire and love, then one is young forever.

The only weapons I ever had were my cello and my baton.

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

If you play Bach every day, you are not so alone.