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I've Been A Woman For A Little Over 50 Years And Have Gotten Over My Initial Astonishment. As For Conducting An Orchestra, That's A Job Where I Don't Think Sex Plays Much Part.

Without Order There Can Be No Inner Satisfaction. Without Inner Satisfaction There Can Be No Freedom. Without Freedom There Is No Joy.

In Music Everything Is Prolonged, Everything Is Edified, And When The Enchantment Has Ceased, We Are Still Bathed In Its Clarity; Solitude Is Accompanied By A New Hope Between Pity For Ourselves - Which Makes Us More Indulgent And More Understanding - And The Certitude Of Finding Something Again, That Which Lives For Ever In Music.

It Is So Much Easier To Rest Contented With What We Have Already Acquired Than To Change Ever So Slightly Those Routine But Profound Habits Of Thought And Feeling Which Govern Our Life, And By Which We Live So Blissfully. This Mental Inertia Is, Perhaps, Our Greatest Enemy. Insidiously It Leads Us To Assume That We Can Renew Our Lives Without Renewing Our Habits.

It Is One Thing To Be Gifted And Quite Another Thing To Be Worthy Of One's Own Gift.