Oh! The Good Times When We Were

Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While The Heart Thinks Another.

Your Life Story Is A Novel; And People, Though They Love Novels Wound Between Two Yellow Paper Covers, Are Oddly Suspicious Of Those Which Come To Them In Living Vellum.

Pure Love And Suspicion Cannot Dwell Together: At The Door Where The Latter Enters, The Former Makes Its Exit.

One's Work May Be Finished Someday, But One's Education Never.

Moral Wounds Have This Peculiarity - They May Be Hidden, But They Never Close; Always Painful, Always Ready To Bleed When Touched, They Remain Fresh And Open In The Heart.