The Sorrow For The Dead Is The

History Fades Into Fable; Fact Becomes Clouded With Doubt And Controversy; The Inscription Molders From The Tablet: The Statue Falls From The Pedestal. Columns, Arches, Pyramids, What Are They But Heaps Of Sand; And Their Epitaphs, But Characters Written In The Dust?

The Only Happy Author In This World Is He Who Is Below The Care Of Reputation.

I Value This Delicious Home-feeling As One Of The Choicest Gifts A Parent Can Bestow.

I've Had It With You And Your Emotional Constipation!

The Love Of A Mother Is Never Exhausted. It Never Changes - It Never Tires - It Endures Through All; In Good Repute, In Bad Repute. In The Face Of The World's Condemnation, A Mother's Love Still Lives On.