Behind The Cross Is The Devil.

Let Us Forget And Forgive Injuries.

Everything Disturbs An Absent Lover.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies? Perhaps To Be Too Practical May Be Madness. To Surrender Dreams, This May Be Madness ...maddest Of All Is To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

My Heart Is Wax Molded As She Pleases, But Enduring As Marble To Retain.