Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

Time Is Too Slow For Those Who Wait, Too Swift For Those Who Fear, Too Long For Those Who Grieve, Too Short For Those Who Rejoice, But For Those Who Love, Time Is Eternity.

Death Comes In Its Own Time, In Its Own Way.death Is As Unique As The Individual Experiencing It.

Modest Egotism Is The Salt Of Conversation; You Do Not Want Too Much Of It, But If It Is Altogether Omitted, Everything Tastes Flat.

Heaven Often Seems Distant And Unknown, But If He Who Made The Road... Is Our Guide, We Need Not Fear To Lose The Way.