In Women Everything Is Heart, Even The

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One

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

A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To A Monotony Of Something.