Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

But Paying Is Part Of The Game Of Life: It Is The Joy Of Buying That We Crave.

War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make It Gentle.

In All Secrets There Is A Kind Of Guilt, However Beautiful Or Joyful They May Be, Or For What Good End They May Be Set To Serve. Secrecy Means Evasion, And Evasion Means A Problem To The Moral Mind.