Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

Then Stars Arise, And The Night Is Holy.

In Ourselves Are Triumph And Defeat.

So Disasters Come Not Singly; But As If They Watched And Waited, Scanning One Another's Motions, When The First Descends, The Others Follow, Follow, Gathering Flock-wiseround Their Victim, Sick And Wounded, First A Shadow, Then A Sorrow, Till The Air Is Dark With Anguish.

If You Once Understand An Author's Character, The Comprehension Of His Writings Becomes Easy.