The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. >>
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. >>
The child is the father of the man. >>
Only sick music makes money today. >>
Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bod >>
Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition i >>
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.