Love Spends His All, And Still Hath

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.