So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.
There is no color line in art.
It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.
Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.
To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.
I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.