What We Do Belongs To What We

A Little While The Rose, And After That The Thorn; An Hour Of Dewy Morn, And Then The Glamour Goes. Ah, Love In Beauty Born, A Little While The Rose!

Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What You Think.

There Is A Better Thing Than The Observance Of Christmas Day, And That Is, Keeping Christmas.

Love Is Not Getting, But Giving. Not A Wild Dream Of Pleasure And Madness Of Desire - Oh, No - Love Is Not That! It Is Goodness And Honor And Peace And Pure Living - Yes, Love Is That And It Is The Best Thing In The World And The Thing That Lives The Longest.

Love Is The Heart S Immortal Thirst To Be Completely Known And All Forgiven.