Well, So It Must Be, For As

There Is No Sorrow Like The Memory Of Love And The Knowledge That It Is Gone Forever.

Some Knowledge And Some Song And Some Beauty Must Be Kept For Those Days Before The World Again Plunges Into Darkness.

A Friend Of Ours Has A Hobby Doing Genealogy, And We Found Out That We Were Cousins In The Ninth Degree, That We Had A Common Ancestor On The Mayflower.

Morgaine Laughed And Mocked, But When It Was A Real Trouble, No One Could Be Kinder.

I Wasn't A Child At 13, Were You?