You Look As If You Had Lived

After A Day Of Rain The Sun Came Out Suddenly At Five O'clock And Threw A Golden Bar Into The Deep Victorian Gloom Of The Front Parlour

If Broken Hearts Could Kill, The Earth Would Be As Dead As The Moon.

Life Is Never What One Dreams. It Is Seldom What One Desires, But For The Vital Spirit And The Eager Mind, The Future Will Always Hold The Search For Buried Treasure And The Possibility Of High Adventure.

Youth Is The Season Of Tragedy And Despair. Youth Is The Time When One's Whole Life Is Entangled In A Web Of Identity, In A Perpetual Maze Of Seeking And Of Finding, Of Passion And Of Disillusion, Of Vague Longings And Of Nameless Griefs, Of Pity That Is A Blade In The Heart, And Of 'all The Little Emptiness Of Love.

Passion Alone Could Destroy Passion. All The Thinking In The World Could Not Make So Much As A Dent In Its Surface.