Hate Is A Dead Thing. Who Of

Marriage Is Like A Golden Ring In A Chain, Whose Beginning Is A Glance And Whose Ending Is Eternity.

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

The Mother Is Everything - She Is Our Consolation In Sorrow, Our Hope In Misery, And Our Strength In Weakness. She Is The Source Of Love, Mercy, Sympathy, And Forgiveness. He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly

Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.