To Be Rude Is As Good As

We Might Have Been - These Are But Common Words, And Yet They Make The Sum Of Life's Bewailing.

We Would Liken Music To Aladdin's Lamp — Worthless In Itself, Not So For The Spirits Which Obey Its Call. We Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings, It Can Summon With A Touch.

The Fact Is, That Life Is Too Short To Be Occupied By Aught But The Present - Hope And Remembrance Are Equally A Waste Of Time.

Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.