Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady.

Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady.

Death Eats Up All Things, Both The Young Lamb And Old Sheep; And I Have Heard Our Parson Say, Death Values A Prince No More Than A Clown.

Maybe The Greatest Madness Is To See Life As It Is Rather Than What It Could Be.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.

Believe There Are No Limits But The Sky.