Ghosts Were Created When The First Man

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.

If You Cannot Teach Me To Fly, Teach Me To Sing.