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

The violinist is that peculiarly human phenomenon distilled to a rare potency---half tiger,half poet.

A society without its dreamers can never be free.

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

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.

In reality, infinity is merely the distance to the heart of a stranger. Eternity is the moment of cognition.

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