Music Wasn't Made To Make Us Wise,

Menny Think Tha Luv Their Husbands Almost Tew Deth, When In Fack, Tha Are Only Jealous Ov Them.

Our Continual Desire For Praise Ought To Convince Us Of Our Mortality, If Nothing Else Will.

Genius Ain't Anything More Than Elegant Common Sense.

The Hardest Thing Any Man Can Do Is To Fall Down On The Ice When It's Slippery, And Get Up And Praise The Lord.

Pyrotechnically Considered, [laughing] Is The Fire-works Of The Soul.