Poets, When They Write Of Love, Give

What Are So Mysterious As The Eyes Of A Child?

Luck Enters Into Every Contingency. You Are A Fool If You Forget It -- And A Greater Fool If You Count Upon It.

To Everything There Is An End - Except Fear.

A Refugee Is As Helpless As A New Born Child - But Not So Appealing! Besides, A New Born Child Has No Memories!

... What Most People Tell You A Confidence For Is To Get Something Off Their Chest Which Hasn't Really Been On It. They Don't Necessarily Want To Hide The Truth From You, But They're Out To Hide It From Themselves