Summer — Summer — Summer! The Soundless

As A Man Lives And Thinks, So He Will Write.

Love Has No Age, No Limit; And No Death.

It Isn't Enough To Love People Because They're Good To You, Or Because In Some Way Or Other You're Going To Get Something By It. We Have To Love Because We Love Loving.

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

Love Could Never Come To Full Fruition Till It Was Destroyed.