To Some Will Come A Time When

And Thus We All Are Nighing The Truth We Fear To Know: Death Will End Our Crying For Friends That Come And Go.

For When A Woman Is Left Too Much Alone, Sooner Or Later She Begins To Think; And No Man Knows What Then She May Discover.

I Cannot Find My Way: There Is No Star In All The Shrouded Heavens Anywhere

I Am Living On Hope And Faith ... A Pretty Good Diet When The Mind Will Receive Them.

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.