The Most Stupendous Miracle In All Music.

Without My Morning Coffee I'm Just Like A Dried Up Piece Of Roast Goat.

Ah! How Sweet Coffee Tastes! Lovelier Than A Thousand Kisses, Sweeter Far Than Muscatel Wine!

On Land, On Sea, At Home Abroad, I Smoke My Pipe And Worship God.

My Masters Are Strange Folk With Very Little Care For Music In Them.

On One Of Those Rare Occasions When Bach Appraised His Own Life's Work, He Remarked: I Worked Hard.