To Win Applause One Must Write Stuff

To My Eyes And Ears The Organ Will Ever Be The King Of Instruments.

I Choose Such Notes That Love One Another.

Write To Me And Don't Be So Lazy. Otherwise I Shall Have To Give You A Thrashing. What Fun! I'll Break Your Head.

It Is A Great Consolation For Me To Remember That The Lord, To Whom I Had Drawn Near In Humble And Child-like Faith, Has Suffered And Died For Me, And That He Will Look On Me In Love And Compassion.

She's Only Pretty In That She Has Two Small Black Eyes And A Good Figure.