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Some Succeed Because They Are Destined To, But Most Succeed Because They Are Determined To.

So In The Heart, When, Fading Slowly Down The Past, Fond Memories Depart, And Each That Leaves It Seems The Last; Long After All The Rest Are Flown, Returns A Solitary Tone,— The After-echo Of Departed Years,— And Touches All The Soul To Tears.

Love Is The Heart S Immortal Thirst To Be Completely Known And All Forgiven.

I Shall Grow Old, But Never Lose Life's Zest, Because The Road's Last Turn Will Be The Best.

Love Is Not About Getting - But Giving.