I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

Money and art are far apart.

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.