If Only The Best Birds Sang, The

In Love And Friendship, Small, Steady Payments On A Gold Basis Are Better Than Immense Promissory Notes.

Death Comes In Its Own Time, In Its Own Way.death Is As Unique As The Individual Experiencing It.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

Jazz: Music Invented For The Torture Of Imbeciles.

Count Not The Cost Of Honour To The Dead!the Tribute That A Mighty Nation Paysto Those Who Loved Her Well In Former Daysmeans More Than Gratitude For Glories Fled;for Every Noble Man That She Hath Bred,lives In The Bronze And Marble That We Raise,immortalised By Art's Immortal Praise,to Lead Our Sons As He Our Fathers Led.