Earth Is A Merry Damsel, And Heaven

I Had No Time To Hate, Because The Grave Would Hinder Me, And Life Was Not So Ample I Could Finish Enmity Nor Had I Time To Love: But Since Some Industry Must Be, The Little Toil Of Love, I Thought, Was Large Enough For Me.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.

Love Is Like Life-merely Longer.

Find Ecstasy In Life; The Mere Sense Of Living Is Joy Enough.

Judge Tenderly Of Me.