Detestation Of The High Is The Involuntary

I Loved Her Against Reason, Against Promise, Against Peace, Against Hope, Against Happiness, Against All Discouragement That Could Be.

Such Is Hope, Heaven's Own Gift To Struggling Mortals, Pervading, Like Some Subtle Essence From The Skies, All Things Both Good And Bad.

Regrets Are The Natural Property Of Grey Hairs.

To A Young Heart Everything Is Fun.

Industry Is The Soul Of Business And The Keystone Of Prosperity.