People Do Not Retire. They

Billy Strayhorn Was My Right Arm, My Left Arm, All The Eyes In The Back Of My Head, My Brainwaves In His Head, And His In Mine.

Hurry, Get On Board, It's Comin', Listen To Those Rails A-thrumming All Aboard. Get On The "a" Train, Soon You Will Be On Sugar Hill In Harlem.

I Fluffed Off The Guy Who Kept Requesting Tunes All Night, Then Found Out He Was The King's Son.

Problems Are Chances For Us To Do Our Best.

Love Is Supreme And Unconditional; Like Is Nice But Limited.