People Do Not Retire. They Are Retired

There Is Hardly Any Money Interest In Art, And Music Will Be There When Money Is Gone.

Tomorrow Is In The Wings Waiting For You To Sound Her Entrance Fanfare.

I Began By Tinkering Around With Some Old Tunes I Knew. Then, Just To Try Something Different, I Set To Putting Some Music To The Rhythm That I Used In Jerking Ice-cream Sodas At The Poodle Dog. I Fooled Around With The Tune More And More Until At Last, Lo And Behold, I Had Completed My First Piece Of Finished Music.

There Is No Art When One Does Something Without Intention.

Everyone Prays In Their Own Language, And There Is No Language That God Does Not Understand.