Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

Love Is A Strange Master, And Human Nature Is Still Stranger.

I Have Discovered That The World Over, Unusual Weather Prevails At All Times Of The Year.

For Myself, I Always Assume That A Lion Is Ferocious, And So I Am Never Caught Off My Guard.

I Love You, And Because I Love You I Believe In You. But If I Did Not Believe, Still Should I Love. Had You Come Back For Me, And Had There Been No Other Way, I Would Have Gone Into The Jungle With You - Forever.

Fortunate Indeed Are Those In Which There Is Combined A Little Good And A Little Bad, A Little Knowledge Of Many Things Outside Their Own Callings, A Capacity For Love And A Capacity For Hate, For Such As These Can Look With Tolerance Upon All, Unbiased By The Egotism Of Him Whose Head Is So Heavy On One Side That All His Brains Run To That Point.