Memory Is Man's Greatest Friend And Worst

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

Memory Is Man's Greatest Friend And Worst Enemy.

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

But Paying Is Part Of The Game Of Life: It Is The Joy Of Buying That We Crave.