If I wanted to play the violin, I had to work. Because anything that one wants to do really, and one loves doing, one must do everyday. It should be as easy to the artist and as natural as flying is to a bird. And you can’t imagine a bird saying well, I’m tired today, I’m not going to fly!

The practice of yoga induces a primary sense of measure and proportion. Reduced to our own body, our first instrument, we learn to play it, drawing from it maximum resonance and harmony.

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.

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.

Life is not a finished product, it is only what we make of it, and if we make nothing of it, someone else will, and we will be his slave.

The ultimate aim in life should be to fulfill to the utmost all that within our ability and to share that which is good and beautiful.