Life Without Music Is Unthinkable.

What [louis Armstrong] Does Is Real, And True, And Honest, And Simple, And Even Noble. Every Time This Man Puts His Trumpet To His Lips, Even If Only To Practice Three Notes, He Does It With His Whole Soul.

Which Of My Jewish Roots Do I Follow?

I Hate You, Richard Wagner . . . But I Hate You On My Knees.

Music Can Name The Unnameable And Communicate The Unknowable.

Perhaps The Chief Requirement Of [the Conductor] Is That He Be Humble Before The Composer; That He Never Interpose Himself Between The Music And The Audience; That All His Efforts, However Strenuous Or Glamorous, Be Made In The Service Of The Composer's Meaning - The Music Itself, Which, After All, Is The Whole Reason For The Conductor's Existence.