Magical Music Never Leaves The Memory.

Her Singing Reminds Me Of A Cart Coming Downhill With The Brake On.

Great Music Is That Which Penetrates The Ear With Facility And Leaves The Memory With Difficulty. Magical Music Never Leaves The Memory.

I Have Just Been All Round The World And Have Formed A Very Poor Opinion Of It.

I Find Brass Bands Have A Melancholy Sound. All Right Out Of Doors, Of Course - Fifty Miles Away. Like Bagpipes, They Turn What Had Been A Dream Into A Public Nuisance.

We Cannot Expect You To Be With Us All The Time, But Perhaps You Could Be Good Enough To Keep In Touch Now And Again.