You Were Hidden Behind Walls Of Ice;

Facts Were Never Pleasing To Him. He Acquired Them With Reluctance And Got Rid Of Them With Relief. He Was Never On Terms With Them Until He Had Stood Them On Their Heads.

Love, It Is Said, Is Blind, But Love Is Not Blind. It Is An Extra Eye, Which Shows Us What Is Most Worthy Of Regard. To See The Best Is To See Most Clearly, And It Is The Lover's Privilege.

Our Life Is A Book To Which We Add Daily, Until Suddenly We Are Finished, And Then The Manuscript Is Burned.

She Adored All Beautiful Things In Their Every Curve And Fragrance, So That They Became Part Of Her. Day By Day, She Gathered Beauty; Had She Had No Heart (she Who Was The Bosom Of Womanhood) Her Thoughts Would Still Have Been As Lilies, Because The Good Is The Beautiful.

Always Try To Be A Litle Kinder Than Necessary.