We Must Prove To The World That

Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You! T'wood Serve You Better To Send Them To Madam Guillotine

It Is Only When We Are Very Happy That We Can Bear To Gaze Merrily Upon The Vast And Limitless Expanse Of Water, Rolling On And On With Such Persistent, Irritating Monotony, To The Accompaniment Of Our Thoughts, Whether Grave Or Gay.

Music Is The Most Absorbing Of All The Arts. It Absorbs The Mind Of The Artist, Whether Creator Or Executant, To The Exclusion Of Every Other Consideration Outside His Own Immediate Necessities Or Desires.

Odd's Fish, M'dear! The Man Can't Even Tie His Own Cravat!

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops