......when One Loves, One Is

Wait And Hope!

I Came To Paris With Four écus In My Pocket, And I’d Have Fought With Anybody Who Told Me I Was In No Condition To Buy The Louvre.

For All Evils There Are Two Remedies - Time And Silence.

...does That Not Tell You That Grief Is Like Life And That There Is Always Somethings Unknown Beyond It?

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.