Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And

The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than The Lamp Of Life.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless