What I Have In My Heart And

Do You Think I Give A Damn About Your And Your Pathetic Violin?

Music Is The Electric Soil In Which The Spirit Thinks, Lives And Invents. All That's Electrical Stimulates The Mind To Flowing Surging Musical Creation. I Am Electrical By Nature.

This Is The Mark Of A Really Admirable Man: Steadfastness In The Face Of Trouble.

Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours

Whoever Tells A Lie Is Not Pure Of Heart, And Such A Person Can Not Cook A Clean Soup.