Problems Are Chances For Us To Do

Create, And Be True To Yourself, And Depend Only On Your Own Good Taste.

New York Is A Place Where The Rich Walk, The Poor Drive Cadillacs, And Beggars Die Of Malnutrition With Thousands Of Dollars Hidden In Their Mattresses.

I Fluffed Off The Guy Who Kept Requesting Tunes All Night, Then Found Out He Was The King's Son.

The Word [jazz] Never Lost Its Association With Those New Orleans Bordellos. In The 1920s I Used To Try To Convince Fletcher Henderson That We Ought To Call What We Were Doing 'negro Music'. But It's Too Late For That Now.

Love Is Supreme And Unconditional; Like Is Nice But Limited.