In Nearly All Ballads, The Words Set

I Could See Myself In A White Nurse's Uniform, Working Unnoticed For Many Years And At Last Dying, Unknown, Unmarried And Unsung.

Every Small Town Has Its Dramatic Group, Its Barber-shop Quartet, Every Home Has Music In One Form Or Another.

I Shall Always Respect The Composer. If I Embellish, It Is His Idea I Am Embellishing.

I Am Continually Embarrassed By People Who Point Me Out As An Example Of What Can Be Done Without Training.

I Vowed That Whenever My Family Needed Me, I Would Give Up Everything To Go To Them, No Matter What. The Show Must Go On Was Meaningless To Me.