Trapped Dreams Must Die.

People Marry Through A Variety Of Other Reasons, And With Varying Results: But To Marry For Love Is To Invite Inevitable Tragedy.

If We Assiduously Cultivate Our Powers Of Exaggeration, Perhaps We, Too, Shall Obtain The Paradise Of Liars. And There Raphael Shall Paint For Us Scores And Scores Of His Manifestly Impossible Pictures... And Shakespeare Will Lie To Us Of Fabulous Islands Far Past 'the Still-vex'd Bermoothes,' And Bring Us Fresh Tales From The Coast Of Bohemia. For No One Will Speak The Truth There, And We Shall All Be Perfectly Happy.

Sad Hours And Glad Hours, And All Hours, Pass Over; One Thing Unshaken Stays: Life, That Hath Death For Spouse, Hath Chance For Lover; Whereby Decays, Each Thing Save One Thing: Mid This Strife Diurnal, Of Hourly Change Begot, Love That Is God-born, Bides As God Eternal, And Changes Not; Nor Means A Tinseled Dream Pursuing Lovers, Find Altered By-and-bye, When, With Possession, Time Anon Discovers, Trapped Dreams Must Die, - For He That Visions God, Of Mankind Gathers, One Manlike Trait Alone, And Reverently Imputes To Him A Father's Love For His Son.

I Have Read That The Secret Of Gallantry Is To Accept The Pleasures Of Life Leisurely, And Its Inconveniences With A Shrug; As Well As That, Among Other Requisites, The Gallant Person Will Always Consider The World With A Smile Of Toleration, And His Own Doings With A Smile Of Honest Amusement, And Heaven With A Smile Which Is Not Distrustful — Being Thoroughly Persuaded That God Is Kindlier Than The Genteel Would Regard As Rational.

People Must Have Both Their Dreams And Their Dinners In This World, And When We Go Out Of It We Must Take What We Find. That Is All.