In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only Moderation Gives It Charm.

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.