Habit With It's Iron Sinews,

My Dog! The Difference Between Thee And Me Knows Only Our Creator.

Death, With Funereal Shades In Vain Surrounds Me, My Reason Through His Darkness Seeth Light: 'tis The Last Step Which Brings Me Close To Thee: 'tis The Veil Falling, 'twixt Thy Face And Mine.

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

The People Only Understand What They Can Feel; The Only Orators That Can Affect Them Are Those Who Move Them.

Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds Than Happiness Ever Can; And Common Sufferings Are Far Stronger Links Than Common Joys.