We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.