The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

There Are Souls Which Fall From Heaven Like Flowers, But Ere They Bloom Are Crushed Under The Foul Tread Of Some Brutal Hoof.

In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The Head.

You Prove Your Worth With Your Actions, Not With Your Mouth.