A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In An Old Face.

Universal Love Is A Glove Without Fingers, Which Fits All Bands Alike And None Closely; But True Affection Is Like A Glove With Fingers, Which Fits One Hand Only, And Sits Close To That One.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.