It Is Not The End

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.