Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not

Fancy Rules Over Two Thirds Of The Universe, The Past, And Future, While Reality Is Confined To The Present

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms Do Around Mountains; But, Like Them, They Break The Storm And Purify The Air Of The Plain Beneath Them.

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.