Things Were Not Tragic For Us Then,

I Have Come To The Conclusion, After Many Years Of Sometimes Sad Experience, That You Cannot Come To Any Conclusion At All.

I Loved You When Love Was Spring, And May, Loved You When Summer Deepened Into June, And Now When Autumn Yellows All The Leaves.

There Is Nothing More Lovely In Life Than The Union Of Two People Whose Love For One Another Has Grown Through The Years, From The Small Acorn Of Passion, Into A Great Rooted Tree

Things Were Not Tragic For Us Then, Because Although We Cared Passionately We Didn't Care Deeply.

To Hope For Paradise Is To Live In Paradise, A Very Different Thing From Actually Getting There.