It is music that welds spiritual and sensual, that can convey ecstasy free of guilt, faith without dogma, love as homage, and a person at home with nature and the infinite.

Music lives and breathes to tell us who we are and what we face. It is a path between ourselves and the infinite.

Music is a therapy.It is a communication far more powerful than words, far more immediate, far more efficient.

I still look to music to heal and bind; I still think the musician can be a trusted object offering his fellow-man solace but also a reminder of human excellence.

We are full of rhythms . . . our pulse, our gestures, our digestive tracts, the lunar and seasonal cycles.

The violinist must possess the poets gift of piercing the protective hide which grows on propagandists, stockbrokers and slave traders, to penetrate the deeper truth which lies within.

Peace may sound simple - one beautiful word - but it requires everything we have, every quality, every strength, every dream, every high ideal.