A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

I Want You For Always...days, Years, Eternities.

My Compositions Spring From My Sorrows. Those That Give The World The Greatest Delight Were Born Of My Deepest Griefs.

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

The Guitar Is A Wonderful Instrument Which Is Understood By Few.

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.