Mark Twain... who purportedly also penned the following:

The piano may do for lovesick girls who lace themselves to skeletons and lunch on chalk, pickles and slate pencils. But give me the banjo, when you want genuine music, music that will come right home to you like a bad quarter, suffuse your system like strychnine whiskey, ramify your whole system like the measles, and break out on your hide like the pin-feather pimples on a picked goose.....   when you want all this, just smash your piano, and invoke the glory-beaming banjo.

Mark Twain