As many bands as you heard [in New Orleans], that's how many bands you heard playing right. I thought I was in Heaven playing second trumpet in the Tuxedo Brass Band -- and they had some funeral marches that would just touch your heart, they were so beautiful.

Every time I close my eyes blowing that trumpet of mine, I look right into the heart of good old New Orleans. It has given me something to live for.

Don't do nothing halfway, else you find yourself dropping more than can be picked up.

And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Oh, yeah.

A lotta cats copy the Mona Lisa, but people still line up to see the original.

Never play anything the same way twice.

You got to love to be able to play