“... Paris was a city of love for unimaginative folks.”

“Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.”

“Paris, a city of gaieties and pleasures, where four-fifths of the inhabitants die of grief.”

“The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).”

“Every time I look down on this timeless townWhether blue or gray be her skies.Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,More and more do I realize:I love Paris in the springtime.I love Paris in the fall.I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.I love Paris every moment,Every moment of the year.I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?Because my love is near.”

“If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.”