Love Is The Art Of Hearts, And

Life Is Less Than Nothing Without Love.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.