“Ah me, but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?”
“This song is sweet. It is sweet. The heart dies of this sweetness.”
“Life is one grand sweet song so start the music”
“You are an irritating son of a bitch.”“Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?”
“I know when my life is over my writings will live on, perhaps in a story or maybe a sweet love song. You see, I do not write for glory or to get anything for free. I just sit down and I write, because it makes so much sense to me.”
“It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.”