It starts with a single sound. If there's something in that sound, then it's worth continuing.

The soprano has all those other instruments in it. It's got the soprano song voice, flute, violin, clarinet, and tenor elements and can even approach the baritone in intensity.

Jazz is people's music, a collectivity.

There is an awful lot of what I call recreational jazz going on, where people go out and learn a particular language or style and become real sharks on somebody else's language.

Whoever has an original thing to say, it is sort of a threat to the status quo.

The potential for the saxophone is unlimited.

Saxophone is one thing, and music is another.

You can work on the saxophone alone, but ultimately you must perform with others.

I still love the whole history of jazz. The old things sound better than ever.

I think it is in collaboration that the nature of art is revealed.

In composition you have all the time you want to decide what to say in 15 seconds, in improvisation you have 15 seconds.

Do not fear to live thy sacred life.

To little men, gods send little things.

Happiness is the only sanction of life; where happiness fails, existence remains a mad and lamentable experiment.

In those years, it was easier to win the Soviet Championship than a game against 'Iron Tigran'.

When nonviolence is accepted as the law of life, it must pervade the whole being and not be applied to isolated acts.

It's interesting to do other people's music - that's how I learned to play, by learning other people's songs. It's nice to delve into how other people got to where they are.

In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware, beware! Touch not the roses growing there, For every rose a thorn doth bear.

Your physical self is inspired by a divine force that beats its heart, digests its food and grows its fingernails, and this same force is receptive to endlessly abundant health.

Life gives meaning to life. The answer to the meaning of life is hidden right there inside the question.

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.