We Are All The Fools Of Time

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.

They Used To Say That Knowledge Is Power. I Used To Think So, But I Know Now They Mean Money.

When Bishop Berkeley Said "there Was No Matter." And Proved It--'t Was No Matter What He Said.

The Thorns Which I Have Reap'd Are Of The Tree I Planted; They Have Torn Me, And I Bleed. I Should Have Known What Fruit Would Spring From Such A Seed.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!