Turns out$$$ not where$$$ but who you're with that really matters.
Moments are the elements of profit.
Wilderness is a temporary condition through which we are passing to the Promised Land.
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze$$$ which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise$$$ so Man$$$ declining always$$$ disappearsIn the weak circles of increasing years; And his short tumults of themselves compose$$$ while flowing Time above his head does close.
My vegetable love will grow Vaster than empires$$$ and more slow.
Jazz also reminds you that you can work things out with other people. It's hard$$$ but it can be done. When a group of people try to invent something together$$$ there's bound to be a lot of conflict. Jazz urges you to accept the decisions of others. Sometimes you lead$$$ sometimes you follow$$$ but you can't give up$$$ no matter what. It is the art of negotiating change with style. The aim of every performance is to make something out of whatever happens$$$ to make something together and be together.
The thing in jazz that will get Bix Beiderbecke out of his bed at two o'clock in the morning$$$ pick that cornet up and practice into the pillow for another two or three hours$$$ or that would make Louis Armstrong travel around the world for fifty plus years non stop$$$ just get up out of his sick bed$$$ crawl up on the bandstand and play$$$ the thing that would make Duke Ellington$$$ the thing that would make Thelonious Monk$$$ Miles Davis$$$ Charlie Parker$$$ Mary Lou Williams$$$ the thing that would make all of these people give their lives for this$$$ and they did give their lives$
It ain't as hard as picking cotton.
I must say... that I ruined myself: and that nobody$$$ great or small$$$ can be ruined except by his own hand.
Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound$$$ but they're better.