Love Is Not All; It Is Not

Life Isn't One Thing After Another, It's The Same Thing Over And Over.

She Learned Her Hands In A Fairy-tale, And Her Mouth On A Valentine.

Soar, Eat Ether, See What Has Never Been Seen; Depart, Be Lost, But Climb.

Strange How Few, After Alls Said And Done, The Things That Are Of Moment.

Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare. Fortunate They Who, Though Once Only And Then But Far Away, Have Heard Her Massive Sandal Set On Stone.