If The Flame Inside You Goes Out,

Did You Ever Have A Conversation With Someone Who Misunderstood Everything You Had To Say? It's Exhausting, And The Ironic Part Is That The More You Try And Explain Yourself, The More Mixed Up Things Become. Your Best Friend Knows When You're Kidding, Venting, And Tired. He Or She Knows You And Therefore Doesn't Read Into The Things You Say.

A Cemetery Saddens Us Because It Is The Only Place Of The World In Which We Do Not Meet Our Dead Again.

We Are, All Of Us, Molded And Remolded By Those Who Have Loved Us, And Though That Love May Pass, We Remain None The Less Their Work--a Work That Very Likely They Do Not Recognize, And Which Is Never Exactly What They Intended.

Human Love Is Often But The Encounter Of Two Weaknesses.

Men Resemble Great Deserted Palaces: The Owner Occupies Only A Few Rooms And Has Closed-off Wings Where He Never Ventures.