The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven

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

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

Never Part Without Loving Words To Think Of During Your Absence. It May Be That You Will Not Meet Again In This Life.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.