Paradise Is Always Where Love Dwells.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

Never Part Without Loving Words To Think Of During Your Absence. It May Be That You Will Not Meet Again In This Life.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

A Man Never Discloses His Own Character So Clearly As When He Describes Anothers.