Ah! The Seasons Of Love

A Scholar Knows No Boredom.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

The Guardian Angels Of Life Sometimes Fly So High As To Be Beyond Our Sight, But They Are Always Looking Down Upon Us.

The Darkness Of Death Is Like The Evening Twilight; It Makes All Objects Appear More Lovely To The Dying.