My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For

Nature Was My Kindergarten.

The Name Of My Ailment Was Longing, And It Was Not Cured Till I Finally Went To The Department Store And Counted Out The Money In Small Coins Before The Dismayed Clerk. When I Came To The House, I Held Up The Instrument Before The Eyes Of The Astonished Household.

I Think America Concedes That True American Music Has Sprung From The Negro.

Whenever I Heard The Song Of A Bird And The Answering Call Of Its Mate, I Could Visualize The Notes In Scale, All Built Up Within My Consciousness As A Natural Symphony.

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.