Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?
A young man ain't nothin' in the world these days
All the classic jazz players all sang and a lot of 'em sang blues.
Everybody cryin' mercy When they don't know the meaning of the word.
The things that really matter don't mix with idle chatter.
I don't sit down to write a song; they just come to me from something that somebody says, or something in the news. The punchline comes to me, and I go over it in my head and get the song form. I hadn't been doing that a lot.
I'm playin' music for a certain type of person. Fortunately, there are more and more of us. At least there are more comin' to see me than there were 30 years ago or so.
Stick to the old truths and the old paths, and learn their di- vineness by sick-beds and in every-day work, and do not darken your mind with intellectual puzzles, which may breed disbelief, but can never breed vital religion or practical usefulness.
The God understood as a father figure, who guided ultimate personal decisions, answered our prayers, and promised rewards and punishment based upon our behavior was not designed to call anyone into maturity.
Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.
By letting our children lead us to their own special places we can rediscover the joy and wonder of nature.