The Kingdom Of Birds Is

Culture Is The Habit Of Being Pleased With The Best And Knowing Why.

If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.

There Is No Conflict Between The Old And The New; The Conflict Is Between The False And The True.

Jazz: Music Invented For The Torture Of Imbeciles.

Time Is Too Slow For Those Who Wait, Too Swift For Those Who Fear, Too Long For Those Who Grieve, Too Short For Those Who Rejoice, But For Those Who Love, Time Is Eternity.