I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.

As long as what is is-and Georgia is Georgia-I will take Harlem for mine. At least, if trouble comes, I will have my own window to shoot from.

Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.