Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.

But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?