I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. >>
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a bru >>
I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion w >>
This is a fault common to all singers, that among their friends they w >>
The songs are inspired by my experiences. Sometimes they are more than >>
I'd rather be dead than singing Satisfaction when I'm forty-five. >>
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.