I Am Always Easy Of

If Life Be A War, It Seemed My Destiny To Conduct It Single-handed.

You, Sir, Are The Most Phantom-like Of All; You Are A Mere Dream

There's No Use In Weeping, Though We Are Condemned To Part: There's Such A Thing As Keeping, A Remembrance In One's Heart.

Silence Is Of Different Kinds, And Breathes Different Meanings.

It Is Always The Way Of Events In This Life,...no Sooner Have You Got Settled In A Pleasant Resting Place, Than A Voice Calls Out To You To Rise And Move On, For The Hour Of Repose Is Expired.