Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not

There Are Souls In This World Which Have The Gift Of Finding Joy Everywhere And Of Leaving It Behind Them When They Go.

God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul.

People Will Not Bear It When Advice Is Violently Given, Even If It Is Well Founded. Hearts Are Flowers; They Remain Open To The Softly Falling Dew, But Shut Up In The Violent Downpour Of Rain.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

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