We do not die with those we mourn.
The blues ain't nothing but a good man feelin' bad.
Who told you I was a musician?
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.
The only thing that interests me is history - reviewing the past and making something out of it.
I'm sad and blue, about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right from the start, you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.
I extract what I consider the best material from different sources. But often the material I perform comes from a very strange location in history, which are minstrel shows.
How narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! It is only the thought of the future that makes them great.
Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their kind. It is the deed that teaches not the name we give it.
Capitalism, though it may not always give the scientific worker a living wage, will always protect him, as being one of the geese which produce golden eggs for its table.
Bach is how buildings got taller. It's how we got to the moon.