In Grief, Words Are A

Others Live On In A Careless And Lukewarm State - Not Appearing To Fill Longfellow's Measure: 'into Each Life, Some Rain Must Fall.'

I Would Rather Marry A Good Man, A Man Of Mind, With A Hope And Bright Prospects Ahead For Position, Fame And Power Than To Marry All The Houses, Gold And Bones In The World.

He (abraham Lincoln) Said He Wanted To Visit The Holy Land And See Those Places Hallowed By The Footprints Of The Saviour. He Was Saying There Was No City He So Much Desired To See As Jerusalem. And With The Words Half Spoken On His Tongue, The Bullet Of The Assassin Entered The Brain, And The Soul Of The Great And Good President Was Carried By The Angels To The New Jerusalem Above.

In Grief, Words Are A Poor Consolation - Silence And Agonizing Tears Are All That Is Left The Sufferer.

No One Is Loved As Much As You By The People. Don't Waste That Power.