There Is No Grief Like The Grief

Even Cities Have Their Graves!

That Tree Is Very Old, But I Never Saw Prettier Blossoms On It Than It Now Bears. That Tree Grows New Wood Each Year. Like That Apple Tree, I Try To Grow A New Little Wood Each Year.

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

Lives Of Great Men All Remind Us We Can Make Our Lives Sublime, And Departing, Leave Behind Us Footprints On The Sands Of Time.

To Be Left Alone, And Face To Face With My Own Crime, Had Been Just Retribution.