Jazz: Music Invented For The Torture Of

O' Who Will Walk With Me Along Lifes Merry Way? A Comrade Blithe And Full Of Glee, Who Dares To Laugh Out Loud And Free.

What We Do Belongs To What We Are; And What We Are Is What Becomes Of Us.

Not To The Swift, The Race: Not To The Strong, The Fight: Not To The Righteous, Perfect Grace: Not To The Wise, The Light. But Often Faltering Feet Come Surest To The Goal; And They Who Walk In Darkness Meet The Sunrise Of The Soul.

Memory Is A Capricious And Arbitrary Creature. You Never Can Tell What Pebble She Will Pick Up From The Shore Of Life To Keep Among Her Treasures, Or What Inconspicuous Flower Of The Field She Will Preserve As The Symbol Of "thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears." . . . And Yet I Do Not Doubt That The Most Important Things Are Always The Best Remembered.

Love That Leads Life Upward Is The Noblest And The Best.