Fourteen-year-old, Why Must You Giggle And Dote,

If There Wasn't Death, I Think You Couldn't Go On.

A Man May Forgive Many Wrongs, But He Cannot Easily Forgive Anyone Who Makes It Plain That His Conversation Is Tedious.

The Flower And Fruit Of Love Are Mine The Ant, The Fieldmouse And The Mole

I Love Death Because He Breaks The Human Pattern And Frees Us From Pleasures Too Prolonged As Well As From The Pains Of This World. It Is Pleasant, Too, To Remember That Death Lies In Our Hands; He Must Come If We Call Him. ... I Think If There Were No Death, Life Would Be More Than Flesh And Blood Could Bear.

I Made Man With Too Many Faults. Yet I Love Him. And If He Wishes, I Have A Home Above For Him.