Do Not Desert Me When I Need

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

How Come I Never Meet Any Nice Girls?

Lying In A Featherbed Will Bring You No Fame, Nor Staying Beneath The Quilt, And He Who Uses Up His Life Without Achieving Fame Leaves No More Vestige Of Himself On Earth Than Smoke In The Air Or Foam Upon The Water.

So That The Universe Felt Love, By Which, As Somebelieve, The World Has Many Times Been Turned To Chaos. And At That Moment This Ancient Rock, Here And Elsewhere, Fell Broken Into Pieces.

Stand Firm As The Tower That Never Shakes Its Top Whatever Wind May Blow.