The Thoughts Of Youth Are Long, Long

Maiden, That Read'st This Simple Rhyme, Enjoy Thy Youth, It Will Not Stay; Enjoy The Fragrance Of Thy Prime, For Oh, It Is Not Always May!

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

In The Elder Days Of Art Builders Wrought With Greatest Care Each Minute And Unseen Part, For The Gods Are Everywhere

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize The Vanquished Gain.