Heaven Suits The Back To

She Better Liked To See Him Free And Happy, Even Than To Have Him Near Her, Because She Loved Him Better Than Herself.

Good Never Come Of Such Evil, A Happier End Was Not In Nature To So Unhappy A Beginning.

Poetry Makes Life What Lights And Music Do The Stage.

On The Eve Of Long Voyages Or An Absence Of Many Years, Friends Who Are Tenderly Attached Will Seperate With The Usual Look, The Usual Pressure Of The Hand, Planning One Final Interview For The Morrow, While Each Well Knows That It Is But A Poor Feint To Save The Pain Of Uttering That One Word, And The Meeting Will Never Be. Should Possibilities Be Worse To Bear Than Certainties?

I Am Light As A Feather, I Am As Happy As An Angel, I Am As Merry As A Schoolboy