Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise

Life Must Go On, Though Good Men Die.

Heap Not On This Mound Roses That She Loved So Well; Why Bewilder Her With Roses That She Cannot See Or Smell.

Please Don't Think Me Negligent Or Rude. I Am Both, In Effect, Of Course, But Please Don't Think Me Either.

Guess I'll Weep Awhile. Guess I Won't, I Mean.

To What Purpose, April, Do You Return Again? Beauty Is Not Enough.