I believe that every human being endowed with intelligence, memory, and strength of character bears within him a little of thc supernatural as well. The highest purpose of the conductor is to release this superhuman potential in every one of his musicians.

Music is an art that expresses the inexpressible. It rises far above what words can mean or the intelligence define. Its domain is the imponderable and impalpable land of the unconscious.

Once, in his first term, Cartwright had been bold enough to ask him why he was clever, what exercises he did to keep his brain fit. Healey had laughed.

"It's memory, Cartwright, old dear. Memory, the mother of the Muses... at least that's what thingummy said."

"Who?"

"You know, what's his name, Greek poet chap. Wrote the Theogony... what was he called? Begins with an 'H'."

"Homer?"

"No, dear. Not Homer, the other one. No, it's gone. Anyway. Memory, that's the key.

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence he is just using his memory

silence is not weakness and decency is not pride

No strength within, no respect without