Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart

The Real Business Of Life Is Trying To Understand Each Other.

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

She Belongs To A Race Of Delightful Women, Who Never Do Any Harm, Whom Everybody Calls Good, And Who Are Very Severe On Those Who Do Not Pretend To Be Good.

Man Is Born In A Day, And He Dies In A Day, And The Thing Is Easily Over; But To Have A Sick Heart For Three-fourths Of One's Lifetime Is Simply To Have Death Renewed Every Morning; And Life At That Price Is Not Worth Living.

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