I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.