The Fate Of Love Is That It

Old Age Is The Verdict Of Life.

The Breed Is More Than The Pasture. As You Know, The Cuckoo Lays Her Eggs In Any Bird's Nest; It May Be Hatched Among Blackbirds Or Robins Or Thrushes, But It Is Always A Cuckoo. ... A Man Cannot Deliver Himself From His Ancestors.

The First Step Is What I Like To Be Sure Of ... To The Second Step It Often Binds You.

Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.