Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols which observe him with familiar glances.

There's an easygoing nature that comes with a perspective of things that aren't as important as we make them sometimes.

The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding.

Nature is often hidden sometimes overcome seldom extinguished.

Nature like man sometimes weeps from gladness.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

Rest is not idleness and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day listening to the murmur of the water or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.

Distance doesn't exist in fact and neither does time. Vibrations from love or music can be felt everywhere at all times.

In these confused times the role of classical music is at the very core of the struggle to reassert cultural and ethical values that have always characterized our country and for which we have traditionally been honored and respected outside our shores.

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.