You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.

Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.

Once there was Louis Armstrong blowing his beautiful top in the muds of New Orleans; before him the mad musicians who had paraded on official days and broke up their Sousa marches into ragtime. Then there was swing, and Roy Eldridge, vigorous and virile, blasting the horn for everything it had in waves of power and logic and subtlety - leaning into it with glittering eyes and a lovely smile and sending it out broadcast to rock the jazz world.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.