If Only We Could Lean Over The

The Most Decisive Actions Of Life Are Most Often Unconsidered Actions.

The Public Always Prefers To Be Reassured. There Are Those Whose Job This Is. There Are Only Too Many.

Old Hands Soil, It Seems, Whatever They Caress, But They Too Have Their Beauty When They Are Joined In Prayer. Young Hands Were Made For Caresses And The Sheathing Of Love. It Is A Pity To Make Them Join Too Soon.

I Prefer Granting With A Good Grace What I Know I Shan't Be Able To Prevent.

Then You Think That One Can Keep A Hopeless Love In One's Heart For So Long As That?...and That Life Can Breathe Upon It Every Day, Without Extinguishing It?