Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You,

He Who Has Gone, So We But Cherish His Memory, Abides With Us, More Potent, Nay, More Present Than The Living Man.

Of Course, I Love You,' The Flower Said To Him. 'if You Were Not Aware Of It, It Was My Fault.

Man's Progress Is But A Gradual Discovery That His Questions Have No Meaning.

It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

For True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have. And If You Go To Draw At The True Fountainhead, The More Water You Draw, The More Abundant Is Its Flow.