Love Is Not All; It Is Not

Heap Not On This Mound Roses That She Loved So Well; Why Bewilder Her With Roses That She Cannot See Or Smell.

The Heart Grows Weary After A Little Of What It Loved For A Little While.

Evil Alone Has Oil For Every Wheel.

I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of A Little Sin.

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.