Nature Was My Kindergarten.

Whenever I Heard The Song Of A Bird And The Answering Call Of Its Mate, I Could Visualize The Notes In Scale, All Built Up Within My Consciousness As A Natural Symphony.

You've Got To Appreciate The Things That Come From The Art Of The Negro And From The Heart Of The Man Farthest Down.

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.

The Blues - The Sound Of A Sinner On Revival Day.

My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For Music. This Thrilled Me.