On the stage of the Italian Terrace Room in the William Penn Hotel in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in 1938 ... the place where Champagne Music was born.

Conversation didn't seem necessary when I put the accordion down and swung some young lady around the floor.

I just wrote a book, but don't go out and buy it yet, because I don't think it's finished yet.

Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.

I have a tremendous desire to learn, and to grow, and to develop whatever I have that will make for any kind of improvement in me.

When my parents first arrived there, North Dakota had just been admitted to the Union, and the country was still wild and harsh.

I realized some of the pitfalls of being well-known; it was nice if you were successful, but it made it just that much harder to take when you failed.