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.

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

I can only think of music as something inherent in every human being - a birthright. Music coordinates mind, body and spirit.

A dream is unrehearsed.

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

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