Coquetry Is The Champagne Of Love.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.