A Lean Sorrow Is Hardest To Bear.

My Friends Plunged Into A Borderless Sea Of Reminiscences And Personal News.

A Lean Sorrow Is Hardest To Bear.

So We Die Before Our Own Eyes; So We See Some Chapters Of Our Lives Come To Their Natural End.

Yes'm, Old Friends Is Always Best, 'less You Can Catch A New One That's Fit To Make An Old One Out Of.

It Does Seem So Pleasant To Talk With An Old Acquaintance Who Knows What You Know. I See So Many New Folks Nowadays Who Seem To Have Neither Past Nor Future. Conversation Has Got To Have Some Root In The Past, Or Else You Have Got To Explain Every Remark You Make, And It Wears A Person Out.