Your Name Hangs In My Heart Like

A Pessimist Is A Man Who Tells The Truth Prematurely.

A Great Nose May Be An Index Of A Great Soul

I Sing, Not To Hear The Echo Repeat, A Shade Fainter, My Song! I Think Of Light And Not Of Glory! Singing Is My Fashion Of Waging War And Bearing Witness. And If My Song Is The Proudest Of Songs, It Is That I Sing Clearly To Make The Day Rise Clear!

A Bird Who Can Gobble Is Qualified To Teach Crowing.

Your Name Hangs In My Heart Like A Bell's Tongue.