Move Not In Your Anger; It Is

The Fate Of Love Is That It Always Seems Too Little Or Too Much.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not Happiness.

I Wear The Key Of Memory, And Can Open Every Door In The House Of My Life.