Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

This Is Slavery, Not To Speak One's Thought.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

Worse Than A True Evil Is It To Bear The Burden Of Faults That Are Not Truly Yours.

What Can We Take On Trust In This Uncertain Life? Happiness, Greatness, Pride - Nothing Is Secure, Nothing Keeps.

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.