Happy Is The Son Whose Faith In

Preserve Your Memories, Keep Them Well, What You Forget You Can Never Retell.

Because They Are Mean Is No Reason Why I Should Be. I Hate Such Things, And Though I Think I've A Right To Be Hurt, I Don't Intend To Show It. (amy March)

To Most The End Comes As Naturally And Simply As Sleep.

Conceit Spoils The Finest Genius?and The Great Charm Of All Power Is Modesty.

Love Is The Only Thing That We Can Carry With Us When We Go, And It Makes The End So Easy.