Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

Every Man Should Have Laws Of His Own, I Should Think; Commandments Of His Own, For Every Man Has A Different Set Of Circumstances Wherein To Work - Or Worry.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.