I Can Only Think Of Music As

Peace May Sound Simple - One Beautiful Word - But It Requires Everything We Have, Every Quality, Every Strength, Every Dream, Every High Ideal.

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.

In Reality, Infinity Is Merely The Distance To The Heart Of A Stranger. Eternity Is The Moment Of Cognition.

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.

Why Is Compassion Not Part Of Our Established Curriculum, An Inherent Part Of Our Education? Compassion, Awe, Wonder, Curiosity, Exaltation, Humility - These Are The Very Foundation Of Any Real Civilization, No Longer The Prerogatives, The Preserves Of Any One Church, But Belonging To Everyone, Every Child In Every Home, In Every School.