I've Had It With You And Your

Surely Happiness Is Reflective, Like The Light Of Heaven.

The Sorrow For The Dead Is The Only Sorrow From Which We Refuse To Be Divorced. Every Other Wound We Seek To Heal - Every Other Affliction To Forget: But This Wound We Consider It A Duty To Keep Open - This Affliction We Cherish And Brood Over In Solitude.

There Is A Sacredness In Tears

Jealous People Poison Their Own Banquet And Then Eat It

No Man Is So Methodical As A Complete Idler, And None So Scrupulous In Measuring Out His Time As He Whose Time Is Worth Nothing.