War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

Man Is Born In A Day, And He Dies In A Day, And The Thing Is Easily Over; But To Have A Sick Heart For Three-fourths Of One's Lifetime Is Simply To Have Death Renewed Every Morning; And Life At That Price Is Not Worth Living.

He Came By A Leap To The Goal Of Purpose, Not By The Toilsome Steps Of Reason. On The Instant His Headlong Spirit Declared His Purpose: This Was The One Being For Him In All The World: At This Altar He Would Light A Lamp Of Devotion, And Keep It Burning Forever.

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.

But Paying Is Part Of The Game Of Life: It Is The Joy Of Buying That We Crave.