Memory Heaps Dead Leaves On

Dreaming Is The Poetry Of Life, And We Must Be Forgiven If We Indulge In It A Little.

Love Has No Age, No Limit; And No Death.

See What Perils Do Environ Those Who Meddle With Hot Iron.

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

When Man Evolved Pity, He Did A Queer Thing - Deprived Himself Of The Power Of Living Life As It Is Without Wishing It To Become Something Different.