Sink Me! Your Taylors Have

Virtue Is Like Precious Odours, Most Fragrant When It Is Crushed.

Even The Worst Moments And The Weariest Journeys Must Come To An End.

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

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.

When They Are Gay, The Waves Echo Their Gaiety; But When They Are Sad, Then Every Breaker, As It Rolls, Seems To Bring Additional Sadness, And To Speak To Us Of Hopelessness And Of The Pettiness Of All Our Joys.