In Bach, The Vital Cells Of Music

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

We All Return. It Is This Certainty That Gives Meaning To Life And It Does Not Make The Slightest Difference Whether Or Not In A Later Incarnation We Remember The Former Life. What Counts Is Not The Individual And His Comfort, But The Great Aspiration To The Perfect And The Pure Which Goes On In Each Incarnation.

The Real Art Of Conducting Consists In Transitions.

The Longer You Live And The More You Learn, The More Clearly You Will Feel The Difference Between The Few Men Who Are Truly Great And The Mere Virtuosi.

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.