I Know That Europe's Wonderful, Yet Something

A Little While The Rose, And After That The Thorn; An Hour Of Dewy Morn, And Then The Glamour Goes. Ah, Love In Beauty Born, A Little While The Rose!

Time Is Too Slow For Those Who Wait, Too Swift For Those Who Fear, Too Long For Those Who Grieve, Too Short For Those Who Rejoice, But For Those Who Love, Time Is Eternity.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

What You Possess In The World Will Be Found At The Day Of Your Death To Belong To Someone Else. But What You Are Will Be Yours Forever.

Modest Egotism Is The Salt Of Conversation; You Do Not Want Too Much Of It, But If It Is Altogether Omitted, Everything Tastes Flat.