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

Mozart resolved his emotions on a level that transformed them into moods uncontaminated by mortal anguish, enabling him to express the angelic anguish that is so peculiarly his own.

There are three levels of service. The highest level is that of one who performs good deeds the whole day and yet feels that he has not acheived anything. The second level is someone who, though he has not done anything, knows that he has not corrected anything in this world. This is good, and there is hope for him that he might correct his ways. However, someone who is righteous in his own eyes deceived himself all his life; his good deeds will be lost.

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

Improvisation is not the expression of accident but rather of the accumulated yearnings, dreams and wisdom of our very soul.

Everyone should in some way be creative, irrespective of the quality of that which he creates.

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.